This is a song about "My style gets better"

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

Doing my graffiti art, or even wearing my style

When it comes to spitting that fire

For living my life style

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

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

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Even then my style still needed detox/

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

The damage is major, hoping it all gets better

My style is on point like a decimal,

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

And i'm told it gets better

Baby, you know who you are