This is a song about "File types"

Of crappy nasty shit from a truck fit file

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

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

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

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

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

Fuck with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

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

See money talk and these days

I conquer in all types and ways

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

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

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