This is a song about "Modern art"

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

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

From the time that you stole my heart

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

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Request love don't fight. a modern hippy? you guessed right

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

I know my calling's worth like phone card

But i would travel through art