This is a song about "Harry edward styles"

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

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

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

His glasses are broken sorry harry potter

All this is probably karma, you dishonored the father

Though this wasn't magic or happiness like harry potter

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

You see my lifestyle’s been nothing but lifestyles

I made it to the sky, without ever biting styles

I sweat no bitches just sweat out weaves

High styles crumbling leaves