This is a song about "The word typical"

And another in the sentence that bears "word",

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

The tip is so titillating and bitch you're just typical

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

You'll never think it's typical in the syllables,

You'll envision the typical lyrical miracle emitter

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

You'll never know the best of me, maybe if you listen to my spoken word

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

And i know i should win this i'm the #typical winner

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

Makin anything happen, im the maker.. say word?

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Word to the ones who trying to change the world,