This is a song about "Hot stuff"

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Amadou & mariam but still no chorus

I though i was red hot

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

He's the one doing his stuff

I'm just trying to focus

I got glasses to see stuff,

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

And i ain't never plan to be famous

I'm hooked on that good stuff

That would be enough

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff