This is a song about "Art"

And relax you mind

(x2)there is no art to find

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

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

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

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

But i would travel through art

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Fine young man with an old man mind

(x2)there is no art to find

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind

(acapella)there is no art to find

A piece of art, at least some part

For the most part those blocks get bogart

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

The art of deception, it's mortal kombat: armageddon