This is a song about "Stuff"

This 17 year old kid through mad stuff,

She can make a pimp fall in love

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

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

I'm a magician so please focus

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

Look, cole world, still a cold world

The stuff we could have learned

She call a nigga too much cause she don't get enough

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

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

The long road to success is dangerous

No more showering you with stuff,

All we need is convienient love

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

These cops is bad boys, baby just like puff