This is a song about "Typo way"

I swear i'm coming back one day

U feel sum type of way,

Amin, inshallah i'll find a way

Back in the motherfuckin bay

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

But catagory is a typo i see very rarely

I can't keep running away

I want to live my way

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

We've come all this way from way back

In a different way

When we fuck she say

Stackin that lettuce since way way back when

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree