This is a song about "Stuff"

Or now they don't praise enough

My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

These cops is bad boys, baby just like puff

I'm a magician so please focus

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

Trust they seen enough

I got glasses to see stuff,

And maybe cupid won't miss

Stuff you can't extinguish,

We don't ever make love

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

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

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

No more showering you with stuff,