This is a song about "Ion got no type"

To increase my ends

And you aint got no breasts

And you ain't got no friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

I got no friends with no ends

We can never be friends

Youve got no reason to brag

Nigga ain't bad, see, niggas just had

Dont got time for no bitches,

You ain't working hard as this

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Ion trust him cause he always laying chicks