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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I've never really been the violent type more of a pacifist

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

I change the method of a liars type of deceit

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

That's the type of shit that'll get a "tough guy" stole

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

Resented by the game like i'm pete rose in this bitch

This the type of shit that make a niggah twitch

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

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