This is a song about "Typo way"

So they taught me to spray

Commanding things to be my way

And die in an unsightly way

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

I want to live my way

When we fuck she say

If you get in my way

Hit you from a block away

The truth but thats the way

After that, she say

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

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

She in a chariot every way

But i ain't get to see you today