This is a song about "A new style"

A new world order, with a new constitution

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

My style is on point like a decimal/

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

My lyrical style took a while for me to develop.

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

It was different version and a different style.

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

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

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

There was a flood of emcees tryna hop on and bite the style,

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while