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

You say i got no skill?

Uhh, and i'm ill

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

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I got the whole damn world on this shoe type of shit

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

Got a electrical eel type spit

Got no help from no one i work alone.

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

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