This is a song about "Lo fi style"

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

You never tire, might as well as inspire

When it comes to spitting that fire

They just hated my style,

Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile

Finally finna find a child's style

Oh boy lo soy, i wanna i wanna stretch the bubble

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

They say i don't never smile

I know you like my style

Style getting anarchistic, shudda ate supper

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

That it's been awhile

Didn't wanna die kung fu style