This is a song about "Thy art is murder"

(x2)there is no art to find

This is to my unborn child

The art is razors, needles, and pins, syringes and comets,

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

Don't wanna die but i thy and buy whatever is needed or what i have retreated

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

My lyricism's is art, teeth sharp like a great white shark

For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me he walked along the

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

And murder is all around us, why shouldn't i do the same

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,