This is a song about "Decoration of art"

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

'coz what i say is an art

They don't hear my bark

In that case we can paint the art of war with your esophagus

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Quick listen, a lesson on the art of crucifixion

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

I attack mentality an watch people fear me, its clear see as they all flex a.s.a.p

The way i speak is state of the art

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

There better be decoration

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

The art of peer pressure manifests itself in me all night