This is a song about "Somatotype"

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

Of opponents, witness what i'm showing

I cant have that type of coating

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

They gon love me for my ambition

Some type of competition

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

And truthfully girl you really make my day

This type of shit goes on everyday,

Some type of competition

Well wishes to my opposition