This is a song about "No type"

Some type of competition

What up girl, tell me how you been

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

Truths are cloudy and i believe the stereo type

This shit is a different type of warfare

You got a baby boy or girl in there

It’s official, she my misses

And i'll show you all type of bitches

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

World play? shit, bust out the type writer

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

This type of shit goes on everyday,

I swear i'm coming back one day

Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull

To these doubters he's a type of cancer with no cure