This is a song about "No type"

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

Been the type to hold grudges forever

U feel sum type of way,

She can't know where my mother stay

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

This shit is a different type of warfare

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

No matter what type or hype it got, i never stop

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

My type has no replacement lurin bitches to my basement.

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt