This is a song about "Making my own stuff"

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Let em marinate, you forever late

I got a lot of stuff on my plate,

Now i'm in the zone

Did it all on my own

My own unknown is my enemy,

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

When your dough is the sweetest it's easy to puff puff

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

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

I've got muslims calling on jesus

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

Don’t you be holding back, your love

And in my ghetto weed was a typical stuff

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus