This is a song about "Artist"

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

I steal shit to make money cause i'm a starving artist

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Stardust, rawest, hardest artist with his sawed off

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Here's the artist putting salt where you scar is

An approximate artist a tad off at his marksmanship

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Auxiliary artist, independently,

Make a name for myself, be the artist of action

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Artist on the bottom in present and past tense.

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!