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

Just to let you know, you are

I aint no fucking runner,

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

Call kobe in c-mode bitch i got hang time, aint no time

I got the whole damn world on this shoe type of shit

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

We aint got no one to be fucking fearing

So you no i aint tired

The wrong drink, the right work

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

No devil worship, i aint praying to satan

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

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