This is a song about "Styles"

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

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

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

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

High styles crumbling leaves

As much as i wanna leave

Off styles i select from anyone i choose to get you a bit of direction

You're a shit stain of a dim dame with my disdain and a half grin

I'm dissin every bitch who's talkin shit when their styles suck

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Homie, follow me i got styles, you can copy one

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

You styles perish in the fabric of the community rhyme is not something

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

A lyrical shapeshifter can use different styles