This is a song about "Harry styles"

A lyrical shapeshifter can use different styles

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

My styles universal aliens feel it

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

I made it to the sky, without ever biting styles

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

You just working with the scraps you was given

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

My styles different a schizophrenic kiddish who twitches,

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

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

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one