This is a song about "File types"

Of crappy nasty shit from a truck fit file

Aren't you somethin' to admire

We're two different types of romance,

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

So bare with me im many types of cray.

Gotta say it was a good day

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

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

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

My hungry lines will kill ya my style, so file my lines,, as i got tupac in my ten signs,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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

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

We can talk things over a little a while