This is a song about "Innappropriate stuff"

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

But i guess that shit's just tough love

She can make a pimp fall in love

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

Wish i could stuff all you

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

And now it's clear as this promise

He's the one doing his stuff

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

Niggas talk with limited service

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

The stuff we could have learned

He's the one doing his stuff

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus