This is a song about "Art"

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

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

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Thinkin those nameflips are totally "hard", but raps suppose to be art

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

Look, need to call it quits

In this known art of wits

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

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

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Rapping is an art most, don't understand

A piece of art, at least some part

February cold as my heart

But i would travel through art

Blasting out some backyard