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

I like rollin' with friends

I got no friends with no ends

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

She might be goin' home with me tonight

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

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

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

You say i got no skill?

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Got no help from no one i work alone.