This is a song about "Stuff"

He's the one doing his stuff

Hoping that nobody don't notice

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Wish i could stuff all you

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff

Punchin stuff just dont get through

I can't ever change without you