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

From the time that you stole my heart

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,

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

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

The art is razors, needles, and pins, syringes and comets,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

But i would travel through art

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

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

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

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