This is a song about "Anoying stuff"

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

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

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

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

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

You know i’m better off without you

Punchin stuff just dont get through

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

You in to that animal stuff

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus