This is a song about "Scarey stuff"

You in to that animal stuff

She can make a pimp fall in love

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

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

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

I'm hooked on that good stuff

My nigga, its all love

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Here i go again, falling in love

My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff

Pocket racked up all big faces

No more showering you with stuff,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Im true to my word and spit real stuff