This is a song about "Types"

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Fuck with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles

I've got the urge to smite this nerd that types

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

But it’s hard when they listens to fake types of shit,

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

We're two different types of romance,

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Took her to the club and i bought her all types of drinks

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

I'd remember my favorite types of recipes

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

Tha hip-hop heights my types are flowin' but tha best