This is a song about "Respect the art"

The art of peer pressure manifests itself in me all night

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

The art is razors, needles, and pins, syringes and comets,

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

This boy's cocky as heck, annoyed cause i got the respect

A lyrical genius, respect is the key

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

If you had the proper intellect you'd know when ta show respect

I never smiled as a juvenile

Curse all art forms thinking its the right kinda style

Respect is the wrong word

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

Im the only one that can see the true art inside you