This is a song about "My type"

She wasn't my type, as far as i understood my type to be.

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

And i'll show you all type of bitches

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

Up to a nigga. what type of role model am i? i love my brotha and i don't want

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

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

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

Truths are cloudy and i believe the stereo type

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

And she's the type to booby trap my penis with her cleavage

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

No monopoly type flow, no chance