This is a song about "Trippie redd style love"

I'm glad you didn't part kurt cobain style

Run for cover and return fire

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

My style is patent, the measures is drastic

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Become complicated never be wit rythm bringin' style

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

I can't seem to get a rap that suits my rap style

I never smiled as a juvenile