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

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

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

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

I aint the type to get comfortable

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Stressed only difference is i aint got no bitch to rub my shoulders

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

Fantasizing about the fountains, i have better ideas, why fuck it with college/

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

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

Bitches on my lines i aint got no fucking time