This is a song about "The art of love"

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

The art of peer pressure manifests itself in me all night

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Quick listen, a lesson on the art of crucifixion

In that case we can paint the art of war with your esophagus

Cause rozay been talkin white he think he uncle ruckus

In this known art of wits

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

The way i speak is state of the art

I'm the type of kid that always mocks love,

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

I do it for the love of the show, i show it cause i love it

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit