This is a song about "Farm stuff"

No more showering you with stuff,

I feel my work ain't enough

I got glasses to see stuff,

My nigga, its all love

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Have to leave without your stuff

On the slow jam of love

This 17 year old kid through mad stuff,

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

Here i go again, falling in love

Left me at the farm with strangers

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse