This is a song about "Stuff"

When i get to warwick avenue

Punchin stuff just dont get through

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

You in to that animal stuff

My nigga, its all love

I got glasses to see stuff,

Cause my thing something vicious

Have to leave without your stuff

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

No more showering you with stuff,

Nigga, fuck the world

The stuff we could have learned

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

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