This is a song about "Is it murder right handed art"

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

Thy art is murder death is passion aline your heads on my

Hov's known for his art when is it time for mine to be tested,

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

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

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

The way i speak is state of the art

Their sayin on my mind

(x2)there is no art to find

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

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

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Rapping is an art most, don't understand

Since napster the sales been crashin' and