This is a song about "Lyrical style"

Finally finna find a child's style

Aren't you somethin' to admire

That it's been awhile

They just hated my style,

For living my life style

They say i don't never smile

Some lyrical bullets,

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

You never tire, might as well as inspire

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

Become complicated never be wit rythm bringin' style