This is a song about "Bad stuff"

We don't ever make love

He's the one doing his stuff

Niggas talk with limited service

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

Or know them testament verses

He's the one doing his stuff

I'm hooked on that good stuff

And what i done just ain't enough

Have to leave without your stuff

Trying to get back to this thing called love

The stuff we could have learned

We been all around the world

But you hate them navel kisses

Stuff you can't extinguish,