This is a song about "Her style"

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Indeed its curtains my style venomous

The glare makes me hard to find

Animal style my style is wild

I can't seem to get a rap that suits my rap style

I never smiled as a juvenile

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

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

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

Your in the ocean swimming doggy style

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

It was different version and a different style.

You never tire, might as well as inspire