This is a song about "Stuff"

And i can't help but notice

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

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

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

I got glasses to see stuff,

I feel my work ain't enough

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Have to leave without your stuff

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

Stuff you can't extinguish,

If u get caught and cuffed/drop that stuff

Here i go again, falling in love

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

On the slow jam of love