This is a song about "Real art"

Piece of art that i painted

I'm on my own shit

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

He calls it art when he arranges them

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

In this known art of wits

At the same damn time

Soft white the art i twine

So rest your weary heart

'coz what i say is an art

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

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

I mean tear ya apart i ain't rappin this art