This is a song about "Appropriate stuff"

He's the one doing his stuff

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Or now they don't praise enough

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

I can teach you all the sounds of love

This 17 year old kid through mad stuff,

Wish i could stuff all you

Raised by a momma who, who

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

No appropriate opponents but further should i condone it?

Lost in the lack of appropriate answers to my many simple questions,

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

She call a nigga too much cause she don't get enough

You make it alright for me to do this stuff

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

See, i'm just trying to focus