This is a song about "Styles"

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

Just gotta be a fighter with no styles that bore

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Your words are #pregnant, my styles #inconceivable, #premature death

I made it to the sky, without ever biting styles

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

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

Five shots she ready to leave

High styles crumbling leaves

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

My styles different a schizophrenic kiddish who twitches,

And if i must say right now, i think my styles on the brink.

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist