This is a song about "Street art"

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

Need to stay original and be myself say hey art

Art is art, there ain't no comparison/

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Including fox hill and 27th street

Now we all in the street

Last of a dying breed

My team getting digits

In this known art of wits

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Piece of art that i painted

Want the title but im always fighting under card

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

From the back seat, back seat

While i’m walking down the street