This is a song about "Rap and stuff"

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

I can feel your heart beating fast

Take his favorite injector and stuff it in his bitch protector

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Or if it doesn't get props, comments and stuff like that

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Come true,you know that stuff that me and you