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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

My type has no replacement lurin bitches to my basement.

I got a blaze, no faint fire

I don’t care where ya are

You, you, you have to pay for that

Got a electrical eel type spit

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

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

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

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

And don't you bring your camera phone

Got no help from no one i work alone.

I sit and type bars like everyday i got two girls and they all bad

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad