This is a song about "Gangam style"

For living my life style

Through the barbed wire

All i want is you now

You got a weak style, see, wow,

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Aren't you somethin' to admire

Didn't wanna die kung fu style

Finally finna find a child's style

Specially equities, reckon we smile

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Even then my style still needed detox/