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

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

But i dont have that answer and you know that is true,

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Someone help me! i dont have a hook to end

Lifes a piece work we dont have time to stay rested,

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

I cant have that type of coating

I was born to do the damn thing

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

I type a da cheats then i quickly press delete

Then the world ain't no trick no more

I dont have to look anymore,

I dont have time for that crap

There's crack, there's crack

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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