This is a song about "Butt stuff"

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

Is you big enough

He's the one doing his stuff

No more showering you with stuff,

And now it's clear as this promise

Let's enjoy our younger years

Stuff you can't extinguish,

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Busta cap in your freaking butt and

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

Trying to give them light and a message

Houdini niggas, linguine ass butt munch

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

Then i said i had enough