This is a song about "I aint got no type"

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

You aint got time for no hoes, i aint even got time for time off

And you aint got no breasts

To increase my ends

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Only got one chance to make a great tape aint no retakes, aint no bonuses,

I walk wit the shells, and i aint got no adidas on.

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

I gonna take it really nice and slow

If you aint got persistence say hell no

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

No i aint get respect, old heads pay me no mine like i aint make a threat

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

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job