This is a song about "Typical image"

Don't think that what you hearin' is just a image

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

And drew up a blue image of the day she died

By any means necessary get campaign right

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Difficult syllables not usually found typical

The pinnacle of my lyrical skill isn't your typical

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

This ain't no fuckin story because i'm so typical

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Confrontin every nigga on their typical bullshit

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

And in my ghetto weed was a typical stuff

You'll never think it's typical in the syllables,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks