This is a song about "High art and low art"

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

I mean tear ya apart i ain't rappin this art

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

That's what allowed this beautiful art to blossom and show,

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

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

Hope all over again, we can start

But i would travel through art

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

It's the art of storytelling and i'm only telling mine

That way i know for sure your love is really genuine

For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me he walked along the

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

The vacancy that sat in my heart