This is a song about "That guy"

I recollect that you were the same guy proppin my other battle

I’m an animal my video on discovery channel

Im just that type of guy

Tears that our fore fathers cry

I'll keep her wrapped up tight like that guy in red state

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Just another type of guy, that lives to get by

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

If you're looking for the man, well i'm that guy/

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

But your selling weed your the guy that gets them a ten

Im rapping about death cause im really that type of guy

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry