This is a song about "Selling art"

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

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

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

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

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

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

But along only schemes they was selling us,

Piece of art that i painted

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

But i would travel through art

Know give me a head start

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark