This is a song about "Alien type"

Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buriedbut now i gotta move away now

Bout' those alien girls you met down the pit, talking bout' living in your pants, wow.

Got a electrical eel type spit

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Got a electrical eel type spit

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

I'm not the type of interviews

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

Your the type dat can never be replaced,

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Oh i gotta face the day

U feel sum type of way,

Don't ask me why

Im just that type of guy