This is a song about "Stuff"

The stuff we could have learned

Nigga, fuck the world

Have to leave without your stuff

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

The long road to success is dangerous

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

On the slow jam of love

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

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

And panned out, i'm all in love

No more showering you with stuff,

Wish i could stuff all you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true