This is a song about "Types"

So bare with me im many types of cray.

But keep them cigarettes away

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

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

I've been through many different types of pains, while holding on to the

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

We're two different types of romance,

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

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

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

Fuck the comradery with b rate artists

I conquer in all types and ways

Let's face it, i can’t replace

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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