This is a song about "Like my style"

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Indeed its curtains my style venomous

Poppin cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style

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

Doing my graffiti art, or even wearing my style

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

Bitch i'm on fire

They just hated my style,

My style is like a door, all y'all niggas will knock on it,

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

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

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,

All the time with this glock of mines

My style is on point like a decimal,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will