This is a song about "Stuff"

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

I opened my drawer today and it had all her stuff.

And what i done just ain't enough

He's the one doing his stuff

This 17 year old kid through mad stuff,

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

And i can't help but notice

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

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

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

Cause my thing something vicious

I got glasses to see stuff,