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

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

My styles different a schizophrenic kiddish who twitches,

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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

I made it to the sky, without ever biting styles

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Coming to the foreground

Reason i stuck with the sound

I'm coming back to home again

Cause i've been sentthe heartz of men

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

My styles universal aliens feel it

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

Off styles i select from anyone i choose to get you a bit of direction

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin