This is a song about "Nom nom style"

They just hated my style,

Bitch i'm on fire

Become complicated never be wit rythm bringin' style

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

Aren't you somethin' to admire

Finally finna find a child's style

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Indeed its curtains my style venomous

Even then my style still needed detox/

Where would i be without my dogs

Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile

I'm glad you didn't part kurt cobain style

They say i don't never smile

I know you like my style