This is a song about "Hype"

I bring the spice, it's nice, strife and hype, a trife life,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Might seem like little hype and i'm wasting my teen years

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Hype as a hyperchrondriac 'cause the rap be one-

I'm not the best, i wont hype, wont gloat, wont bluff.

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

But never graced afor sake of hype i break mikes

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

No matter what type or hype it got, i never stop