This is a song about "My type"

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

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

Cause im not quite the type of nigga to spend my life in prison

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Youve satisfied my appetite, you da type, i could wife,

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

Truths are cloudy and i believe the stereo type

Im just that type of guy

You other brothers can’t deny

My niggas doesnt like your type,

Always strap so i was alright

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.