This is a song about "Rich kid stuff"

I feel my work ain't enough

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

This 17 year old kid through mad stuff,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Don't fuck around and make it true

Wish i could stuff all you

I live in england where them bitches rich,

Man but this ain't no sign language

My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Nothins stopping me from being rich

On the slow jam of love

Damn man that's some good stuff