This is a song about "Type of rocks"

I've never really been the violent type more of a pacifist

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I'm not the type of interviews

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

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

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

And we type of niggas that'll smash and pass a hoe

But nah, i can't do that, i'm not that type of man

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

I cant have that type of coating

But he don't rule a thing

We don't believe you, you need more people

This type of livin, should be illegal