This is a song about "Making my own stuff"

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

City national bank evolve into shape

The king upon the throne

Don't need u bitch 2 call my own

Carolina’s savior, marijuana blazer

Making my infastructure major

Making my brain hard to rhyme

Corduroys, cam will shine

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Making my thought process sporadic

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

And now it's clear as this promise

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

I opened my drawer today and it had all her stuff.