This is a song about "Her style"

They say i don't never smile

They just hated my style,

You never tire, might as well as inspire

Finally finna find a child's style

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Try to get wit my style

When it comes to spitting that fire

All the time with this glock of mines

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,

My rhymes and style are so defined/ that i could make her cling to me with little time//

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

I went away for a while, switched up ma style

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Even then my style still needed detox/