This is a song about "Art"

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

(x2)there is no art to find

Their sayin on my mind

(x2)there is no art to find

From the time that you stole my heart

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

But i would travel through art

No gimmick: real time, real heart

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Thats the point of art isnt it?

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit