This is a song about "Fine art"

Saying they this and that

Piece of art that i painted

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

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

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Crushin up untill weed it is fine dust (fine dust)

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

And my bank account look just like a phone card

On vacation its bahama fine

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

Snitches here don't got no heart

But i would travel through art

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

Pretty mamacita is looking so fine,

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

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart