This is a song about "No style"

They just hated my style,

That it's been awhile

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Even then my style still needed detox/

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Didn't wanna die kung fu style

Run for cover and return fire

Finally finna find a child's style

You never tire, might as well as inspire

When it comes to spitting that fire

I know you like my style

Try to get wit my style

They say i don't never smile

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Style getting anarchistic, shudda ate supper