This is a song about "I dont have a type"

You, you, you have to pay for that

I dont have time for that crap

I dont have a problem puttin somethin shiny in ya mouth/

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

I suggest you practice dude,cause i dont think you have a clue

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

I dont have to look anymore,

Army stance, ready for war

I could have been a athletic type but god gave rap

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

So dont just sit there get up and have a go

Dont have many fans but the ones i have blow

I make you feel like it is 10 below

You seem like the type to have a small dick

All you wanna do is get that stick