This is a song about "Typo"

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

My last challenger said "sorry youre right bro" told all the hos its a typo!

To this music thats not no typo,

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

But they know the hype when i make a mitt-sake, shit, typo/

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

But catagory is a typo i see very rarely

That ain't a typo look at your size maestro you psycho

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

So god made you as a typo cuz his fingers were slippery,

Typo im meant a cyclone and i turn into x-mens cyclops every

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see