This is a song about "Type"

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

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

I'm not the type of interviews

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Some type of competition

You're uncool like my mother kin

World play? shit, bust out the type writer

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

Lifestyle, finest type, yeah nigga we alright

My niggas doesnt like your type,

Were running wild tonight

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Rewrite it then, type it with my dick

As: other plans got in the way

This type of shit goes on everyday,