This is a song about "Style and being der"

Just lay back, get your face slapped

And my minds being matched

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

With an old style and a sold can that outran

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

57. your style is shit and so's your diss on mathers,

She might be goin' home with me tonight

You got mad style and now my hands tied

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Amma change my style a bit and try to spit deep raps.

A long way from normal, i try to keep it cordial

And i'm being motherfucking abnormal.