This is a song about "Blood type"

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

That's what they'll say

U feel sum type of way,

Got a electrical eel type spit

And if i'm down with this banging shit

I aint the type to get comfortable

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

No monopoly type flow, no chance

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

My conscious only knew whats half tight

Truths are cloudy and i believe the stereo type

I keep my friends close, enemies on a leash like

You gotta make sure you aim right

That's a little math joke, for you slow type