This is a song about "Street art"

I need to beat

Now we all in the street

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

If he does my soul to keep

G.o.n.z. running down the street

Soft white the art i twine

Until the end of time

Yea we hard on the street

From the back seat, back seat

Thats the point of art isnt it?

She crazy, that stalker shit

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

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

But i would travel through art

No gimmick: real time, real heart