This is a song about "Detroit type rap"

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

I could have been a athletic type but god gave rap

And leave the court, shoot the judge, head for east detroit,

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

Been the type to hold grudges forever

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

I was born and raised in metro detroit, so it's a fact that if

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Detroit boy gon' fly, gon' get popped and land in novi

Lifestyle, finest type, yeah nigga we alright

By any means necessary get campaign right

I'm not the type of interviews

Kill the jungle let the cats loose