This is a song about "Kane art"

A piece of art, at least some part

From the time that you stole my heart

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

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

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

The fugees, lauryn hill rocked the mic and big daddy kane,

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

These generations get jealous and proud, it's kane and able,

Hope all over again, we can start

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

It's moe, all i need is more chips

In this known art of wits

No wonder why when times get hard

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art