This is a song about "My type"

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

Truths are cloudy and i believe the stereo type

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

Should get the message you the type to satisfy my fetish

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Game over: had her shopping in milan

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

We've gon so far astray

U feel sum type of way,

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

So the homie wale can leave the hook right