This is a song about "Haven your own style"

If you gonna do it, do it nigga

My mo straight madness, your style - vanilla

Put my number in your phone

Raising a kid on your own

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

I see that i've got problems in my own life, in my grown ass style.

I really like your style and how you write

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Never will i leave you on your own,

Or you’ll end up on your own

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

This is my own style, all this is my own version,

She never ready to go so she forever come

57. your style is shit and so's your diss on mathers,

Better yet they work my every nerve