This is a song about "Stuff"

I'm a magician so please focus

Have to leave without your stuff

Punchin stuff just dont get through

I don't wanna damage you

See i'm breathing for a purpose

He's the one doing his stuff

And i can't help but notice

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

Pocket racked up all big faces

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

No more showering you with stuff,

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice