This is a song about "Esthetic"

In this known art of wits

Went out and had a church of kids

For good at least once in a while

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

The whole block know who i roll with too

Stay in taxes we as good at you

Sentence killer equivalent to a hook dealer

And i can admire your body but your mind is much deeper

Can't wait to see you naked

Piece of art that i painted

Your careers over, he’s slumped over

I'm the dealer your the joker/

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

That wouldn't be pleasing to you don't open

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Constant bustle and they hustle, you ain't trustin' in no good,