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

The game is an art and i'm still trying to learn it

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

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

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Time a beat drops and take out anyone tryna destroy the art of hip hop

Soft white the art i twine

Private plane, my seat recline

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

This is purely art, and this is raw hip-hop in its form,

Snitches here don't got no heart

'coz what i say is an art

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

From heart to art, and flames apart, the fire starts/