This is a song about "Im a real artist"

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

Make a name for myself, be the artist of action

I ain't interested in fame

Im a real psycho from throat to brain

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

You'll see what this artist sees, call it a lovely masterpiece.

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

On how to spit a real rhyme,im aids nobody wants to fuck with me but i feel fine

Hannibal artist, with a flow that leave you lethargic

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Screens paint a picture of depravity real-

She leave her hair in the sink

This guy's a choke artist