This is a song about "Lost art love"

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

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

'coz what i say is an art

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Piece of art that i painted

Thats the point of art isnt it?

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

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

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

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see