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

Fuck the cops, i got no morals

As she goes through the levels

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

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

We can never be friends

I got no friends with no ends

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

See what i type im flying with no pauses cos i learnt to write

You say i got no skill?

As i light one for ill will

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

My type has no replacement lurin bitches to my basement.

Got no help from no one i work alone.

She ain't tryna go low, go head home