This is a song about "Stuff"

I'm breathing for a purpose

He's the one doing his stuff

This 17 year old kid through mad stuff,

Let's have a toast for this new love

I'm hooked on that good stuff

And i can't help but notice

Have to leave without your stuff

Then i said i had enough

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

Cause my thing something vicious