This is a song about "Good stuff"

My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff

I've got muslims calling on jesus

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

I opened my drawer today and it had all her stuff.

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

Or now they don't praise enough

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

I got glasses to see stuff,

Wood chain with a jesus

He's the one doing his stuff

That will be enough

Punchin stuff just dont get through

I can do better without you

Stuff you can't extinguish,

When you feel like this