This is a song about "Type of girl"

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

U feel sum type of way,

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

Every type of person, can't see my now.

Will somebody please show me how

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

So hey yo, i'm the type of person, who's says i'm the type of person

That type of shit make a nigga crazy

You be get up on this fly shit baby

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

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

Im just that type of guy

And i know that your supply

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

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll