This is a song about "Decoration art"

Thinkin those nameflips are totally "hard", but raps suppose to be art

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

A piece of art, at least some part

So rest your weary heart

(acapella)there is no art to find

Relationships should never rewind

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

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

Spit it gershwin, picture perfect, this shit is purely art,

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

He calls it art when he arranges them

Try hard to apply art to their endeavors

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

The way i speak is state of the art