This is a song about "Martial art"

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

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

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Piece of art that i painted

(acapella)there is no art to find

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

In the midst of a fire pit

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

A piece of art, at least some part

See, where i come from is hard

(x2)there is no art to find

Uh, this what's been on my mind