This is a song about "Stuff"

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

Punchin stuff just dont get through

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

So if it's true '12 couldn't come fast enough

He's the one doing his stuff

I can teach you all the sounds of love

All we need is convienient love

Have to leave without your stuff

If u get caught and cuffed/drop that stuff

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

Wood chain with a jesus

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff