This is a song about "I got no type"

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

I told him confused that she didnt seem like the evil type

She won't leave, dick as big as kelly price's appetite

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

Got no help from no one i work alone.

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

My type has no replacement lurin bitches to my basement.

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

I seem to love these whips - a white

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Got a electrical eel type spit

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

I got the type of bump that make a bitch wanna hump