This is a song about "Her style"

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

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

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

We can talk things over a little a while

Become complicated never be wit rythm bringin' style

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

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//

Didn't wanna die kung fu style

That it's been awhile

Even then my style still needed detox/

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

We about to set this bitch on fire

I went away for a while, switched up ma style