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

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Got a electrical eel type spit

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

Got no help from no one i work alone.

So i parked in a tow-away zone

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

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

I aint the type to get comfortable

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment