This is a song about "This art"

Fuck you if you think this art is not fun

Just to match the grind with precision

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Or cognition, but this art is only for technicians with intuition

As soon as you start to say you the best in this art okay

Is heaven just another door? and my people say

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

That's what allowed this beautiful art to blossom and show,

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir