This is a song about "Harry styles taylor swift"

My styles different a schizophrenic kiddish who twitches,

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

Rapping swift as magic sticks & i ain't even fully woke

I jam all music from pearl jam, taylor swift, tupac and grateful dead

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

I made it to the sky, without ever biting styles

And i can't even look the other way

Jb, tay swift and even beyonce

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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Getting harry, osborn(i was born) from canon

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from