This is a song about "Richie styles"

I'm why baby mommas leave

High styles crumbling leaves

I made it to the sky, without ever biting styles

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

Wild styles to mimic, just throw me the key to the honda civic

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

Richie rich, got a candle stick,

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Just gotta be a fighter with no styles that bore

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for