This is a song about "Scarey stuff"

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

Punchin stuff just dont get through

Why we gotta argue

I feel my work ain't enough

Have to leave without your stuff

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

You in to that animal stuff

All we need is convienient love

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

When they showed up at your door at christmas