This is a song about "Feeling a type of way"

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Yo yo, type fast, i dip dabs, having a laugh, taking a blast, of smoke,

You must be feeling some typa way

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Your the type of hater that ends up floatin 6ft deep at the bottom of a barrel

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

To these doubters he's a type of cancer with no cure

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Cause you the type of bitch that will trip over a stump,

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

That type of shit make a nigga crazy

I'm bad ass, renegade type of dude on a new harley

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see