This is a song about "Type 1 diabetes"

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

You could get diabetes, don’t get too long

Got a electrical eel type spit

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

Lies, tangled with fiction

Some type of competition

Baby i can see that you don't recognize mei'm shock g: the one who put the satin on your panties

Shes so hot she looks like a new species, damn she so sweet when i hit her i almost gain diabetes,

Im just that type of guy

Dump that bitch in the sly

Dc cabs got my pops alright

My niggas doesnt like your type,

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type