This is a song about "New stuff"

Let's have a toast for this new love

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

This 17 year old kid through mad stuff,

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Damn man that's some good stuff

Pocket racked up all big faces

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

Life's tryin to lap you

Punchin stuff just dont get through

He's the one doing his stuff

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Wish i could stuff all you