This is a song about "Type 2 diabetes"

Lies, tangled with fiction

Some type of competition

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

You dudes 2 weak 2 speak learn sign language

Know it good when she go no hands

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Got a electrical eel type spit

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush