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

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

I got a blaze, no faint fire

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Girl, you got me in a trance

As my name get bigger this game get different

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

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Fuck the cops, i got no morals

Now i got no stress just love and there's no pressure

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Where the black girls get their weaves back

No receipt nigga i got that

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,