This is a song about "I hate stuff"

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Or now they don't praise enough

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

And what i done just ain't enough

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

Wish i could stuff all you

It's really not an issue

I got glasses to see stuff,

Rub the wood and ima show em love

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

No wonder why i keep rhyming, because this violet stuff is

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

I started smoking for gatherings stuff involving tribes,