This is a song about "Good stuff"

Damn man that's some good stuff

We don't ever make love

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

It's such a lonely world

The stuff we could have learned

No more showering you with stuff,

Or know them testament verses

When they showed up at your door at christmas

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

That would be enough

I got glasses to see stuff,

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Wish i could stuff all you

Streets is calling you

Punchin stuff just dont get through