This is a song about "Harry styles coming to my quienceanera"

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

My styles different a schizophrenic kiddish who twitches,

I'm coming back relaxed with my head back

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

That naturally act like these raps is a mattress

Cause this is coming from my heart

Like a small garage in your backyard

I'm coming back to home again

Flyer then the rest of them

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

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Add up to my standards if you keep coming with that bland shit

Jeff hamilton, genesis, leather time

But cant denie the fact im coming to my prime.