This is a song about "My lyrical style"

Check out my style here's the esoteric kid

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Pussies think im vile, but you know its my style

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

My mo straight madness, your style - vanilla

Got to the end of the tunnel

My style is on point like a decimal,

New canvas she need a new stroke

Lyrical genius, my flow so dope

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Even then my style still needed detox/

I start to think it's all planned

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

Indeed its curtains my style venomous

Mama always told me i’d be famous