This is a song about "Type 25"

Fuckin nazi, this crowd ain't your type

Not me, i bet you remember the night

Been the type to hold grudges forever

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Some type of competition

Girl listen, trying to position

World play? shit, bust out the type writer

That i will leave earth with her

And all of that was okay

U feel sum type of way,

I swear ri got a hit with this

And i'll show you all type of bitches

I told him confused that she didnt seem like the evil type

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Your the type dat can never be replaced,

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised