This is a song about "I hate stuff"

I started smoking for gatherings stuff involving tribes,

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

I travel long distance just to stuff your body in a crate

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

And this the endso good luck with your career

I got 20/20 vision so this stuff i'll make it clear,

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Everyday i hate, i loath,

I got a lot of stuff on my plate,

She self made, i'm self made

Why we gotta argue

Wish i could stuff all you