This is a song about "Type 25"

I'm not the type of interviews

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

That's a little math joke, for you slow type

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

My niggas doesnt like your type,

Shotgun in the drop made a right

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

And i'll show you all type of bitches

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

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

You seem the type to get easily offended,

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Got a electrical eel type spit