This is a song about "I ll type instead"

Cause i can’t wait much longer

So instead i leave her

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I could keep going but im going to stop instead

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

U ll regret cos i ll give ur ass a nice red glow

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Dmv they know me well

But instead i want hell