This is a song about "Typin"

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Cause im violent n vexed so whatever you typin next

And if you peep what i'm typin', you'll see i'm gassed but deadly like ether designin'

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Typin fake raps and actin like he could "get some head"

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead