This is a song about "Typo way"

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

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

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

For making you feel this way

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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

And it rules everything around them

Stackin that lettuce since way way back when

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

To this music thats not no typo,

And die in an unsightly way

Observe: cock and spray

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

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

And all of that was okay

Commanding things to be my way