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

I change the method of a liars type of deceit

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

I cant have that type of coating

The sun rising while you moaning

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

I dont gotta have a beat to show these bitches i can rap

I can have some type of comfort when a genius really needs it

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

I don have to explain myselfi dont have tochange for nobody if you dont like me

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

I dont have to look anymore,

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

So dont just sit there get up and have a go

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

I could finish a dj khaled-type roster

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her