This is a song about "Stereo type"

No monopoly type flow, no chance

And all she wants is to dance

Anti bacterial so the stereo is sterilized

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

You’re a invicible ghost, can’t even hear the stereo,

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Your the type dat can never be replaced,

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Bumping the stereo up, such melancholy, no affection,

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

You seem the type to get easily offended,

Cause im ripping though your stereo system

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Oh i gotta face the day

U feel sum type of way,