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

Word...bugatiis i just wake up in wait uh min u aint got no bugatti ok..i was playin bitch

Or i'll challenge myself: i manage to give you brain damage and put you in a gray package

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

No devil worship, i aint praying to satan

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

Bitches on my lines i aint got no fucking time

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

I love the hate but i aint got no time to savor the flavor

I aint the type to get comfortable

I got rich from a little struggle

And for now all i got is my main bitches in cat squad, i aint no fraud,

Always keep a goalie on on me, i ain't for that maury talk