This is a song about "No type"

Truths are cloudy and i believe the stereo type

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Got a electrical eel type spit

You're very attractive, and notice that

But i like you like..like a lil bit

You seem the type to get easily offended,

World play? shit, bust out the type writer

See, i like the person that you are

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

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

I aint the type to get comfortable

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

Lifestyle, finest type, yeah nigga we alright

Some type of competition

Catch you up on places i've been