This is a song about "Harry styles"

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

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

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

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

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

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Just gotta be a fighter with no styles that bore

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

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