This is a song about "Her style"

For her style is rarity for anything else she could not wear

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

All the bitches know my name

Yeah you can his style lame

Specially equities, reckon we smile

I went away for a while, switched up ma style

Through the barbed wire

They just hated my style,

I know you like my style

That it's been awhile

You never tire, might as well as inspire

It was different version and a different style.

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Look at her hair accuse her of bein a lesbian, she says hell naw i just like the hair style,