This is a song about "File types"

Put you file for all your dumb shit

I put the nigga in his casket

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

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

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

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

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

Of crappy nasty shit from a truck fit file

Aren't you somethin' to admire

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

We're two different types of romance,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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