This is a song about "Harry edward styles"

I'm dissin every bitch who's talkin shit when their styles suck

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Your words are #pregnant, my styles #inconceivable, #premature death

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Police got the swine flu and these niggas is reptiles

A lyrical shapeshifter can use different styles

Homie, follow me i got styles, you can copy one

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

My styles universal aliens feel it

And if i must say right now, i think my styles on the brink.

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Just gotta be a fighter with no styles that bore

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor