This is a song about "Styles"

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

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

These styles that you never see you better be ready

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

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

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

I hate this! in public places mobiles are the world to escape in

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

A lyrical shapeshifter can use different styles

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives