This is a song about "Her style"

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

It was different version and a different style.

Yeah you can his style lame

Ice melts into rain

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

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

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,

Didn't wanna die kung fu style

That it's been awhile

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

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style