This is a song about "Style"

I know you like my style

When it comes to spitting that fire

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

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

Try to get wit my style

Run for cover and return fire

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

Become complicated never be wit rythm bringin' style

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

Even then my style still needed detox/

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

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

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