This is a song about "What is art"

Hov's known for his art when is it time for mine to be tested,

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Cause i’m back on my grind

(x2)there is no art to find

My chemistry with my art is a wise chemist

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

(acapella)there is no art to find

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Thy art is murder death is passion aline your heads on my

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

That shit is purely art, it's surely taught, i need to block the future,