This is a song about "Bad style"

It's real dog, i live in the fire

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

Run for cover and return fire

They just hated my style,

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,

Your in the ocean swimming doggy style

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

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

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/