This is a song about "Harry styles love"

I could destroy an entire village when i kill and bury

These styles that you never see you better be ready

I made it to the sky, without ever biting styles

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

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

My styles different a schizophrenic kiddish who twitches,

I hate this! in public places mobiles are the world to escape in

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Just gotta be a fighter with no styles that bore

That naturally act like these raps is a mattress

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

You're #presidential but #you #don't #do #shit like harry truman,