This is a song about "The rage of another guy pursuing a female that someone likes"

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

I brittle your ribs, you the type of guy that fiddles with kids

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Now the fate of your future relies on a college graduate guy.

Step up to the mic and i'm full of rage

Got in more trouble as i got up that age

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

Just another type of guy, that lives to get by

Did you meet another guy

Why you call me back? don't lie

Contagious contagion, i am a female but you niggas take the apron..

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

Three j's took me this high

Im just that type of guy