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

My styles universal aliens feel it

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

My styles different a schizophrenic kiddish who twitches,

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

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

Coming to enslave and take my raps to the rappers hall of fame

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

I made it to the sky, without ever biting styles

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

My styles universal aliens feel it

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

We don't care if niggas locked out

Coming to the foreground