This is a song about "Cool stuff"

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Wish i could stuff all you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Punchin stuff just dont get through

He's the one doing his stuff

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Stuff you can't extinguish,

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

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

Momma said i should reconsider law school

Fuck it, call me a heathen, that's cool

Damn man that's some good stuff

Trust they seen enough

Crockadillys be so rad, and cool

So like i said before don't act a fool