This is a song about "Person raps suck"

You could say i'm friends with fred

Smack another person dead

He was absolutely certain that he was that person

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

So hey yo, i'm the type of person, who's says i'm the type of person

If i ever seen you in person

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I suck at creating beats so i formulate raps accapella, without much notoriety,

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Made me a better person

Come get some, you little bum

You cant handle me in person,

Two reflections into one

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

So hey yo, i'm the type of person, who's says i'm the type of person