This is a song about "Rap style"

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Didn't wanna die kung fu style

Indeed its curtains my style venomous

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Your in the ocean swimming doggy style

Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile

Style getting anarchistic, shudda ate supper

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

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

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

It was different version and a different style.

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

I know they gon' see me unless they senile