This is a song about "Art"

Size 9 fly kicks

In this known art of wits

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Need to stay original and be myself say hey art

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

Soft white the art i twine

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

And my bank account look just like a phone card

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

The way i speak is state of the art

We raiders of the lost ark