This is a song about "Stuff"

He's the one doing his stuff

Then i said i had enough

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

You in to that animal stuff

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

Stuff you can't extinguish,

No more showering you with stuff,

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

So let 'em chase love

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

Punchin stuff just dont get through