This is a song about "Mot art"

Cause i’m back on my grind

(x2)there is no art to find

Piece of art that i painted

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

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

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,

But i would travel through art

See, where i come from is hard

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

(acapella)there is no art to find

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

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

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart