This is a song about "Rap and stuff"

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

Take his favorite injector and stuff it in his bitch protector

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

Play hard to get, females get jealous

If u get caught and cuffed/drop that stuff

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Saying they this and that

And sense when because i rap,

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Here i go again, searching for love

Love is gonna get you

And all the stuff that you went through

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream