This is a song about "Modern art"

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

I'm trying to modern drake, that means killing niggas at the gates

In this known art of wits

My team getting digits

Soft white the art i twine

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

It equates to a modern day norman bates

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

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

For the most part those blocks get bogart

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art