This is a song about "Stuff"

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

I opened my drawer today and it had all her stuff.

Then i said i had enough

I'm hooked on that good stuff

I wouldn't be famous

He's the one doing his stuff

Stuff you can't extinguish,

How can i portray this

She can make a pimp fall in love

Damn man that's some good stuff

And i can't help but notice

Have to leave without your stuff