This is a song about "Not her type"

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

When i called out her her eyes did not heard

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Now i'm not blaming a single reason for her fucked up life

They some kanye biters, i'm a cayun pepper

It's not about what she has or what's in her dresser

And we're not the type who copies

Got her going down, no teeth

Im a stoner, yeah, but im not a fucking hype, i just smoke weed of any type,

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

I'm not crazy, i just shot a lady, and lust her baby

In this life, nothing is forever, my lady

But they sold jello in the paint

Nows not for her to be shamed,

She said i'm ready to fuck

And her soul flew down not up,