This is a song about "Bad art"

Their sayin on my mind

(x2)there is no art to find

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

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

I know my calling's worth like phone card

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

Like a small garage in your backyard

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

(acapella)there is no art to find

The art of deception, it's mortal kombat: armageddon

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

He calls it art when he arranges them

February cold as my heart

A piece of art, at least some part