This is a song about "Art"

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,

February cold as my heart

The way i speak is state of the art

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

So rest your weary heart

'coz what i say is an art

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

In this known art of wits

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

(x2)there is no art to find

Better leave it all behind