This is a song about "I ain t got no type"

I got no friends with no ends

We can never be friends

Thought this was forever love

Fuck the cops, i got no morals

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

I got the type of bump that make a bitch wanna hump

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

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

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Oh, you look like my next victim

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

But who gives a fuck you here tonight