This is a song about "Harry styles"

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

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

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

When i rhyme and spit /and write this shit and feel stuck in the darkness that im residing in

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

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

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

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

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

My styles different a schizophrenic kiddish who twitches,

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

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

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit