This is a song about "Typo"

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

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

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

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

But catagory is a typo i see very rarely

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Omo naija show your lighter ..so i made it with the micro

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

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

Typo im meant a cyclone and i turn into x-mens cyclops every

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

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

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

To this music thats not no typo,