This is a song about "Richie styles"

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

I'm dissin every bitch who's talkin shit when their styles suck

Richie rich, got a candle stick,

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

My styles universal aliens feel it

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

And jade's a fucking acrobat, i'll flip her on a mattress

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

Homie, follow me i got styles, you can copy one

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

And if i must say right now, i think my styles on the brink.

Just gotta be a fighter with no styles that bore

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for