This is a song about "Type 25"

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

Truths are cloudy and i believe the stereo type

Got a electrical eel type spit

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

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

To take all those wrongs and make them right

Niggas die over shoes

I'm not the type of interviews

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

This shit is a different type of warfare

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

I cant have that type of coating

I make forty-some dollars a day

This type of shit goes on everyday,

Hit you from a block away

U feel sum type of way,