This is a song about "Pop art"

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

Like a small garage in your backyard

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

"it's not hip hop, it's pop."

And sins we got

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Try hard to apply art to their endeavors

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

I'm feelin' like i better have an answer

If only i could rap to you

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Piece of art that i painted

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

I mean that from the bottom of my heart