This is a song about "Typo way"

But i ain't get to see you today

For making you feel this way

She in a chariot every way

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

I have so much to say

In a different way

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Because you there's no other way

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

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

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

And die in an unsightly way

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

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Stackin that lettuce since way way back when