This is a song about "Type of feeling"

This type of lifestyle that one simulates

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

She never ready to go so she forever come

Who know this be the life that i really live

And i'll show you all type of bitches

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Go where you ain't been

Some type of competition

Bring that dude to life day, he wasn't at the meeting

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

The type of nigga we trip up and leave for 5-oh

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

That's the type of shit that'll get a "tough guy" stole

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul