This is a song about "Harry styles and taylor swift"

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

Cause he just came home off of bid

High styles crumbling leaves

Tryna kill my dreams

Now with permission you should swing swift at freak myths

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

His glasses are broken sorry harry potter

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

I guess i'd even settle for just taylor

A lyrical shapeshifter can use different styles

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

My styles different a schizophrenic kiddish who twitches,

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches