This is a song about "Stuff and things"

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

I just wanna be higher than that

Just direct insults and wordplay-stuff thats highlighted

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

And go to sleep, with stoner dreams that's keeping me from hating stuff

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Be the king, that was part of my dream

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Been spending most our lives

And brutally doing things

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

That we can't forget the past

Or if it doesn't get props, comments and stuff like that

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap