This is a song about "Farm stuff"

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

All we need is convienient love

He's the one doing his stuff

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Whipping whatever i, 460ls you

Punchin stuff just dont get through

Hop off the bus

Damn man that's some good stuff

No more showering you with stuff,

That's why i shine like i does

And what i done just ain't enough

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

So sad you had to miss your mom' s prom