This is a song about "Harry styles"

My styles different a schizophrenic kiddish who twitches,

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

She's cute but her forehead's big

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Getting harry, osborn(i was born) from canon

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

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

Tryna kill my dreams

High styles crumbling leaves

Wild styles to mimic, just throw me the key to the honda civic

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

My styles universal aliens feel it

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit