This is a song about "File types"

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

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

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

I'd remember my favorite types of recipes

I'll hurt you tell the jury and file another lawsuit that my mind is bout to fall through

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

We can talk things over a little a while

That's my style/ compile a file that launch me up a mile/

Put that on everything these other bitches anything

And expose the exposed, getting the file enclosed while i'm being

We're two different types of romance,

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

He storms to his computer room and, types that you're a faggot.

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Try to sleep at night while feeble types in undershirts will beat their wives