This is a song about "Diggy style"

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

They just hated my style,

Indeed its curtains my style venomous

Trying to get back to this thing called love

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

‘cause i manipulate your molecular structure

Style getting anarchistic, shudda ate supper

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

Become complicated never be wit rythm bringin' style