This is a song about "New stuff"

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

So if it's true '12 couldn't come fast enough

You in to that animal stuff

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

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

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

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

If u get caught and cuffed/drop that stuff

And left a burden on my soul until i was old enough

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