This is a song about "Lyrical art"

And now i'm spilling early thoughts, 'cuz it's purely art,

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

'coz what i say is an art

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

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

Grown men never should bite their tongue

A lyrical gargantuan

All green nigga pick six

In this known art of wits

Thinkin those nameflips are totally "hard", but raps suppose to be art

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Thou art more lovely and more temperate: