This is a song about "Gay butt stuff"

Cause this nigga done got jealous

You in to that animal stuff

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

But i'm so smoothe like baby butt

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

Here i go again, searching for love

And what i done just ain't enough

No more showering you with stuff,

Have to leave without your stuff

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

And now it's clear as this promise

I'm hooked on that good stuff

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Yeah i remember all that stuff,