This is a song about "Style"

Try to get wit my style

They say i don't never smile

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

My style is patent, the measures is drastic

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

You never tire, might as well as inspire

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Indeed its curtains my style venomous

Become complicated never be wit rythm bringin' style

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

I know you like my style