This is a song about "Types of sentences"

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

Finishing my sentences with trained takes an pores glistening

We're two different types of romance,

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

He storms to his computer room and, types that you're a faggot.

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off

Try to sleep at night while feeble types in undershirts will beat their wives

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

I sense some censorship while your dwelling on sentences

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Keep ya distance with those sentences

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get