This is a song about "Typo"

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

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

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

But catagory is a typo i see very rarely

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

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

But me i tried to fix that shit as if it was a typo

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

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

Make the world see, for every mc that i see tryna steal flow

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

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

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