This is a song about "No style"

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

We can talk things over a little a while

Animal style my style is wild

Uh, this what's been on my mind

No time to sit i've been walking for miles, bought my own kicks walking in style

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

They just hated my style,

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

It was different version and a different style.

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

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Style getting anarchistic, shudda ate supper

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

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style