This is a song about "You the type"

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

You the the type of bitch to make a niggah want to use his fist

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

I brittle your ribs, you the type of guy that fiddles with kids

Should get the message you the type to satisfy my fetish

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

I told him confused that she didnt seem like the evil type

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

Those the type of people who can't wait to get you gone

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

You seem like the type to have a small dick