This is a song about "Lo fi style"

You never tire, might as well as inspire

Finally finna find a child's style

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

Like marines, forever "semper fi", when the temper's high,

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

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

It was different version and a different style.

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

It's real dog, i live in the fire

They just hated my style,

This one right here for polo

Mira qué bonito lo,