This is a song about "Street art"

Piece of art that i painted

You gone make me flip then split your shit

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

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

Thats the point of art isnt it?

And my momma keep smoking that shit

'coz what i say is an art

You shook my world and it felt apart

It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

And served it to the public on a silver platter

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Swear i will murk any beat