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

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Got a electrical eel type spit

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

I aint the type to get comfortable

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Fuck the cops, i got no morals

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

I promise i'mma call you back

No receipt nigga i got that

Something wicked this way come

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,