This is a song about "This art"

The way i speak is state of the art

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

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

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

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

While she bawls to sleep, so now let this art beseech, i'll call it as i see

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

Soft white the art i twine

3 times, show me your peace sign

No gimmick: real time, real heart

But i would travel through art