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

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

Fuck the cops, i got no morals

Cus i'm gonna love you girl until the end of time

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

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

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

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Got a electrical eel type spit

For real, a nigga ill

You say i got no skill?

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

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

I ain't got no money,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree