This is a song about "Kane art"

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

Need to stay original and be myself say hey art

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

Hope all over again, we can start

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

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

And i hear em feeling my florida swagger

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

I don't care what it did to them

In this known art of wits

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

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

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

But greed and jealousy would take over like kane and able,