This is a song about "Mimic my style"

Through the barbed wire

For living my life style

When it comes to spitting that fire

Try to get wit my style

Darkwing, my style is shaken not stirred

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My mo straight madness, your style - vanilla

If you gonna do it, do it nigga

My style is patent, the measures is drastic

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Indeed its curtains my style venomous

And now it's clear as this promise