This is a song about "Typo"

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

But catagory is a typo i see very rarely

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

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

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

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

My last challenger said "sorry youre right bro" told all the hos its a typo!

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see