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

That's a little math joke, for you slow type

Which you know i'm different, right

I know your man ain't lovin you right

My niggas doesnt like your type,

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Rewrite it then, type it with my dick

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Spending money when your wallet gets low

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

My type has no replacement lurin bitches to my basement.

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Should get the message you the type to satisfy my fetish

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family