This is a song about "Type of"

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

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

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

This shit is a different type of warfare

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

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

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Dreamin on a lullaby

Im just that type of guy

And i'll show you all type of bitches

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

Im rapping about death cause im really that type of guy

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why