This is a song about "My style"

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

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

Nobody can mimic my style and my sound

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

I know you like my style

Run for cover and return fire

And i need you to show me love

Indeed its curtains my style venomous

Poppin cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style

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

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

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

They just hated my style,

Bitch i'm on fire

Doing my graffiti art, or even wearing my style

I know they gon' see me unless they senile