This is a song about "Harry styles love"

A loss plus one have fun hun for my gun has just quivered taken a win

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

These styles that you never see you better be ready

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

And if i must say right now, i think my styles on the brink.

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Show me love show me fuckin love

Wood chain with a jesus

You styles perish in the fabric of the community rhyme is not something

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

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