This is a song about "I m not your type"

My brothers alone said fuck your entire

I"m the designated driver

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Im a stoner, yeah, but im not a fucking hype, i just smoke weed of any type,

I'mma rap to you real quick. i wanna enjoy the luxury of like

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

Your the type dat can never be replaced,

But, shorty i'm far from a saint