This is a song about "Stuff"

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

Waging war for yearsthe crack game wasn't big enough

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

And i need you to show me love

Pocket racked up all big faces

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

Cause this nigga done got jealous

He's the one doing his stuff

This 17 year old kid through mad stuff,

Mama always told me i’d be famous

When your dough is the sweetest it's easy to puff puff

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

No more showering you with stuff,

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces