This is a song about "Lost art"

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Try hard to apply art to their endeavors

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

(x2)there is no art to find

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

In this known art of wits

When you spill out hits

Soft white the art i twine

And just in time your head is mine

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Choking on them white boys make a black panther

So rest your weary heart

But i would travel through art

The way i speak is state of the art

Like damn mama the reason i work hard