This is a song about "All for ma style"

Ma mind's poppin in all cripple.screamin' loud, head burstin like ripple. freakin' out

Mike, you think i'll mike out/ but i got you bank account, what do you doubt/

Maybe ma style kinda bad fag and whack

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

Through all the rain and the pain

Ur style fuckin sounds all the same,

All these emotions runnin through ma mind

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

My style is like a door, all y'all niggas will knock on it,

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

You hear my style, all u do is envy,

On they twitter writing novels, see

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

Suck ma dick all week and you still wont blow.

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Now ma i have to get real for a second, tell how i feel for a second,