This is a song about "Harry styles"

My styles universal aliens feel it

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

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

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

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

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

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

Riley's here, connie's dead, pickin' pussy pisses pike

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

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

Getting harry, osborn(i was born) from canon

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one