This is a song about "Art"

Like a small garage in your backyard

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

(x2)there is no art to find

And relax you mind

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

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

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

I mean tear ya apart i ain't rappin this art

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

Thats the point of art isnt it?

You, you, you have to pay for that

Piece of art that i painted

I got some fire and shit

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard