This is a song about "Style and glamour"

Right out the slammer with the fame and glamour

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Aint concerned with the glitz and glamour or clickin cameras

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

You see this guy is unattractive and he has no style,

Animal style my style is wild

This is to my unborn child

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

My style flips and switches every time, i know,

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

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

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

Invented my style and put it in cement/

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest