This is a song about "You re my type"

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

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Hell naw you need to re-think that

When love comes callin', don’t love back

I start over, and re-write my rappin urges, but they still treat it like a shit//

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

I re-define the word divine, i design the entire universe in my mind

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

My type has no replacement lurin bitches to my basement.

Who said i don't rep, i am naija all day

Its totally up you but will you please re survey

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

You 're a gap and a bully so stop this folly

Re-locate to a spaceship, orange the name of my agent

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust