This is a song about "Harry edward styles"

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

My styles universal aliens feel it

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia

Just gotta be a fighter with no styles that bore

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

His glasses are broken sorry harry potter

Gliding through the skies as the slow minds wander

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Getting harry, osborn(i was born) from canon

You styles perish in the fabric of the community rhyme is not something

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

You're #presidential but #you #don't #do #shit like harry truman,