This is a song about "Type 2 diabetes"

Some type of competition

Go where you ain't been

U feel sum type of way,

Why i can't move away

No monopoly type flow, no chance

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Its cold as shit in this booth

I'm not the type of interviews

My mama smoked so god damn much

Pin drinking sway 2 touch

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

And i'mma show you how the south was won