This is a song about "Don t be drinking all my stuff"

You don;t thin anymore

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

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

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Wish i could stuff all you

And word i blew off herb i grew

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Bt i m sure dat my dick for u will be t pain

Your life will be full of all sorts of crazy stuff

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus