This is a song about "Lost art love"

Our love was still there but our minds were lost

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Thats the point of art isnt it?

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

With my lost saints. i love thee with the breath,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

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

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

The art of deception, it's mortal kombat: armageddon