This is a song about "Art"

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

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

A piece of art, at least some part

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

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

Spit it gershwin, picture perfect, this shit is purely art,

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

'coz what i say is an art

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Need to stay original and be myself say hey art