This is a song about "New style"

Through the barbed wire

Try to get wit my style

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

Finally finna find a child's style

Animal style my style is wild

But i just wanna make love to your mind

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Yeah you can his style lame

I live my life in tha fast lane

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

Run for cover and return fire

They just hated my style,