This is a song about "Making art"

You don't mean that, you faggot

Thats the point of art isnt it?

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

A piece of art, at least some part

February cold as my heart

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

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Try hard to apply art to their endeavors

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard