Tiny Brushstrokes 404

[Verse 1:]
Well, you were gettin' these ideas up far in ya head
Ya didn't think about the consequences, nothing much was said
It was a lovely little page that you constructed in a week
Now you're makin' sketches and ya look like a freak
Well, I was lookin' at the pieces you decided to draw
I must admit I rather enjoy what they are
It's so obviously simple, and somehow endearing
Despite how grotesque one could say that they're seeming

Well, are you drawin' up smut? Who you drawin' this, for what?
Are your siblings and your relatives okay with these cuts?
It's a massive bit strange, but admittedly exciting
Your degeneracy shows, yet it's all too enticing
I have a question, it aches, and it screams
You are not not who I've known, but I must say that it seems
You are talented and gifted, but perhaps in the wrong way
It doesn't really matter, to me, that's okay

[Pre-Chorus:]
And I must admit, I have saved one or two
And I must admit, I am thankful to you
But as a person I've known for a long, long time, I must ask
What the hell does this mean?

[Chorus:]
What are you trying to tell me, my man?
What are you trying to tell me, my man?
What are you trying to tell me, my man?
I cannot answer to what I don't understand