This is a song about "You ain t my type"

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

With some lesbians that don't know english

And i'll show you all type of bitches

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

My type has no replacement lurin bitches to my basement.

She wasn't my type, as far as i understood my type to be.

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

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

If you wanted a date, don't come

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Youve satisfied my appetite, you da type, i could wife,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice