This is a song about "Catchy stuff"

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

And what i done just ain't enough

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

That's why i shine like i does

You in to that animal stuff

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

Have to leave without your stuff

He's the one doing his stuff

Or now they don't praise enough

I do the bookie, you do the matchie, you're catchy! got me shook

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look