This is a song about "Fine art"

With a memory so fine

Westside, bitch i run mine

'coz what i say is an art

Like a small garage in your backyard

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

Or anywhere, don't matters, shes fine

Huh, got to get better with time

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

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

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

I salivate at fine bitches

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Promise me you won't step out of line

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine