This is a song about "Decoration art"

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

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

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

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

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

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

He calls it art when he arranges them

(acapella)there is no art to find

Fucking with a motherfucking mind