This is a song about "Like my style"

Even then my style still needed detox/

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

My style is patent, the measures is drastic

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

My style is on point like a decimal/

They just hated my style,

Run for cover and return fire

Doing my graffiti art, or even wearing my style

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

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Nobody can mimic my style and my sound

Everybody in the house was swingin' on my style,

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