This is a song about "Rap and stuff"

Located in dublin, many people are chucking stuff at rock hudson and have stopped loving"

Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam i ain't backing down for nothing

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

And go to sleep, with stoner dreams that's keeping me from hating stuff

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Then i bet he be cracked

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

Take his favorite injector and stuff it in his bitch protector

We're out with the stars, you're on your way to the best night ever

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Together all the timethought it was true love

You read my stuff and then you pucker up and kiss my ass

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class