This is a song about "Rap art"

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

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

It's check out time

Soft white the art i twine

While scheming on hits

In this known art of wits

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

You'll succeed if you think smart, learn how to use rap as an art

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

He calls it art when he arranges them

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

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

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

(x2)there is no art to find

From the womb, my newborn child