This is a song about "Typo way"

Stackin that lettuce since way way back when

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

Whatever comes your way

So, they hate and they say

No days off and that's even on a snow day

Because you there's no other way

And my niggas say

U feel sum type of way,

Hit it or four play

Are you gonna go my way?

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

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

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

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

The truth but thats the way