This is a song about "Type 2 diabetes"

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

You other brothers can’t deny

Im just that type of guy

You dudes 2 weak 2 speak learn sign language

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

I am not, let's consider me a little pecan

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I aint the type to get comfortable

You could get diabetes, don’t get too long

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

Got 2 vest and 2 techs with extra clips on me

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

I know their type, they're fucking petrified