This is a song about "Got no type"

My type has no replacement lurin bitches to my basement.

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Got a license, no car

I don’t care where ya are

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

They got no sense and no brain

Youve got no reason to brag

The door crack, niggas all black

You've got no rhythm,

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

As i light one for ill will

You say i got no skill?

Youve got no where to hide

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

If you aint got persistence say hell no