This is a song about "No type"

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

Jungle fever for the night

Listen to what im saying im not the bullshitting type

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

No fronting cause the coppers is coming, like

Lifestyle, finest type, yeah nigga we alright

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Been the type to hold grudges forever

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

This shit is a different type of warfare

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

Catchin' all the light

My niggas doesnt like your type,

Bring the battering ram where you live

And i'll show you all type of bitches