This is a song about "Ion got no type"

I sit and type bars like everyday i got two girls and they all bad

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I'm a fucking rap star

Got a license, no car

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

But ion show no love g

When that money calls i holla back

No receipt nigga i got that

They got no sense and no brain

My buzz is like cocaine

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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

Youve got no reason to brag

When love comes callin', don’t love back

And you ain't got no friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments