This is a song about "Harry styles love"

Not only with my hand, but with a black revolver

Though this wasn't magic or happiness like harry potter

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

My styles different a schizophrenic kiddish who twitches,

My talent should take me places i've never been

Getting harry, osborn(i was born) from canon

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

I'm dissin every bitch who's talkin shit when their styles suck

High styles crumbling leaves

I said believe in your dreams

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

You boneheads styles not yet perfected