My mind's an art gallery Carrots, lettuce, celery Never in a pickle Catch me chilling with the cavalry That mean that I'm god-like You b**hes need salvaging And I spit like a paint brush That is painting out a masterpiece And I am like a jungle full of motherf**ing mega beasts When I spit I break the first three letters of your legacy Yeah, that mean I'm ill, ho Yeah, that mean I drill so Deep into these fields, slow You should run cause I'm on your heels, hoe You should run cause I'm on that pill flow That super f**ing real flow That break a b**h neck then a f**ing jet black?? Stomp her with high heels, flow k** me when these b**hes fail in speaking that coherent sh** Did this on my own, b**h, on my single parent sh** My mind's an art gallery