This is a song about "Ko styles"

My styles universal aliens feel it

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

My styles universal aliens feel it

And if i must say right now, i think my styles on the brink.

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

Gets him his coffee? thats nothing to proud about thats nothing to be loud about

Your not the great so don't ever put the king in your mouth, 1st round ko ding ding and im out