This is a song about "Styles"

I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I give bitches dick and leave

High styles crumbling leaves

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

Just gotta be a fighter with no styles that bore

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

All up in her backspace like a delete button

Cuz i learned in life bein a faker dont do nothin but put you in

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

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

My styles different a schizophrenic kiddish who twitches,