This is a song about "2 chainz style"

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

They just hated my style,

Bitch i'm on fire

This aint no 2 chainz, true facts no lie

And i know that your supply

I never smiled as a juvenile

I can't seem to get a rap that suits my rap style

I'm killlin' off everybody and anybody who calls 2 chainz dope,

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Specially equities, reckon we smile

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

Animal style my style is wild

You can search but you'll never find