This is a song about "Good stuff"

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

No more showering you with stuff,

I'm just trying to focus

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

Hoping that nobody don't notice

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

Cause my thing something vicious