This is a song about "Modern art"

But modern rhyming takes its toll

This shit has got my soul

Modern day slave shit / mistakes but there's no way to erase it

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

It equates to a modern day norman bates

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

In this known art of wits

Spit it gershwin, picture perfect, this shit is purely art,

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part