This is a song about "My style gets better"

Even then my style still needed detox/

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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

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

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

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

But it seems like a scene outta flick

My style is patent, the measures is drastic

Specially equities, reckon we smile

Everybody in the house was swingin' on my style,

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

I swear life gets better, youll get outta debt

This is to my unborn child

Animal style my style is wild