This is a song about "Dope stuff"

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

Rub the wood and ima show em love

The stuff we could have learned

Look, cole world, still a cold world

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

I'm hooked on that good stuff

Then i said i had enough

He's the one doing his stuff

Niggas talk with limited service

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff