This is a song about "Contemporary artist"

Resented by the game like i'm pete rose in this bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I can baffle the smartest and become your favorite artist,

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

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

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

Na i ain't an artist, i'm just a wrapper

If they find that stash box just one time

Guilty, but i'm an artist in his prime/

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

An approximate artist a tad off at his marksmanship

Starvin artist i still got more bread than him

Now they fallin off like nutso on above the rim

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Cause you're the victim of the artist x2