This is a song about "Typo way"

People may like you but to me you're raps are just a typo

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

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

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Hurry hayden, follow me this way

This is hip hop for today

Because you there's no other way

Stackin that lettuce since way way back when

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

And die in an unsightly way

Just to go to liv on a sunday

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

The key is the only way