This is a song about "Like my style"

Through the barbed wire

They just hated my style,

But i'll play em any time, give a fuck if they don't like my style cause i know the shit is so tight

See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killedlittle girl don't cry, cuz even though they died

Even then my style still needed detox/

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

My style is on point like a decimal/

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Everybody in the house was swingin' on my style,

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

I never smiled as a juvenile

I can't seem to get a rap that suits my rap style

Run for cover and return fire

They just hated my style,

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

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