This is a song about "Stuff"

And you ride with this

Stuff you can't extinguish,

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

My criteria ain't even that serious

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

Wood chain with a jesus

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

See i'm breathing for a purpose

You in to that animal stuff

The stuff we could have learned

You to the world

He's the one doing his stuff

I'm just trying to focus