This is a song about "Bad stuff"

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

I was taught to let the bad stuff go and suck it up

Trying to get back to this thing called love

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

If bad stuff do happen, then i'll comeback just like manning

Or now they don't praise enough

My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff

On the slow jam of love

No more showering you with stuff,

So if it's true '12 couldn't come fast enough

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

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

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus