This is a song about "Lost art love"

It's all good, finna dog that

Thats the point of art isnt it?

But i would travel through art

February cold as my heart

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

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

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

She’s a star if i ever seen one

She likes the way it hits her lips

In this known art of wits

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

Need to stay original and be myself say hey art

The vacancy that sat in my heart

'coz what i say is an art