This is a song about "Richie styles"

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

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

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

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

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

Off styles i select from anyone i choose to get you a bit of direction

I'm already running in. what exactly is keeping him? do you know what we were in?

Knew he was working for the fed's, same crime, different trials

A lyrical shapeshifter can use different styles