This is a song about "Haven your own style"

Become a historic relic/ own paramedic control your own anesthetic/

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

I'm like your own private guard

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

My mo straight madness, your style - vanilla

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

But i had to find my own style to bring a true essence

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

My style is inconceivable the reason for your death

Never will i leave you on your own,

Be shy when we're all alone

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

I really like your style and how you write

Gotta follow your own vision

Top ranked, number one my son