This is a song about "Book and stuff"

To reds i ain't know how to act

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

Caught myself puttin' rap first and other stuff under

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

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

When love comes callin', don’t love back

You start seeing they flaws and stuff they lack

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

But some artists get caught up in beefs and stuff thats wack

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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

And go to sleep, with stoner dreams that's keeping me from hating stuff

And left a burden on my soul until i was old enough