This is a song about "Detroit type"

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

That drive to detroit was all too slow

Girl listen, trying to position

Some type of competition

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

Know the time, know what it's like

Killin' all the way from new york and east detroit,

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

You seem the type to get easily offended,

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

420 your a bitch your flow is wack and your a complete lmae faggot you dont live in detroit

If a nikka tryna beat u/ ask em for a round/ nah dat yall know about me/ i hope that yall enjoyed/

Raised by a momma who, who

Detroit doesnt except weakness like you

Jungle fever for the night

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type