This is a song about "Typin"

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Cause im violent n vexed so whatever you typin next

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

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

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet