This is a song about "Arabian style"

We about to set this bitch on fire

Finally finna find a child's style

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Indeed its curtains my style venomous

I never smiled as a juvenile

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

Aren't you somethin' to admire

I'm glad you didn't part kurt cobain style

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Yeah you can his style lame

Animal style my style is wild

This is to my unborn child