This is a song about "Ko styles"

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

That foriegner is now dislocated incarcerated he is out and bout

High styles crumbling leaves

So if you wanna leave

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Just gotta be a fighter with no styles that bore

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

A lyrical shapeshifter can use different styles

Knew he was working for the fed's, same crime, different trials

Leaving behind the cold past in a fast dash cause of what these fuckers been

Off styles i select from anyone i choose to get you a bit of direction