This is a song about "Art"

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

In this known art of wits

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

So rest your weary heart

'coz what i say is an art

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

And now i'm spilling early thoughts, 'cuz it's purely art,

He calls it art when he arranges them

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when