This is a song about "Lyle style"

Through the barbed wire

I know you like my style

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

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

Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile

Didn't wanna die kung fu style

Aren't you somethin' to admire

I went away for a while, switched up ma style

You never tire, might as well as inspire

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

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

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

Finally finna find a child's style