This is a song about "Street art"

Now we all in the street

We can't catch the beat

Know give me a head start

But i would travel through art

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

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

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Like a small garage in your backyard

'coz what i say is an art

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

A piece of art, at least some part

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Wen i walk down ya street

I pray the lord my guns to keep