This is a song about "Art"

(x2)there is no art to find

This is to my unborn child

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

I know my calling's worth like phone card

The way i speak is state of the art

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

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

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

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

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art