This is a song about "Different types pronouns"

We're two different types of romance,

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Clap two times if you drunk

The way you move is different

Tha hip-hop heights my types are flowin' but tha best

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

But it’s hard when they listens to fake types of shit,

Same shit different day with a different bitch

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

I'm different yea i'm different

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

I've been through many different types of pains, while holding on to the

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

I've got the urge to smite this nerd that types

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines