This is a song about "Stuff and things"

I’m tryna be low key

And i'll make things creamy

Miami nights, it was all a dream

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Say three things and do it now

Bitches ain't around one thou

And in my ghetto weed was a typical stuff

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

You start seeing they flaws and stuff they lack

And all the stuff that you went through

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Take his favorite injector and stuff it in his bitch protector

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

If u get caught and cuffed/drop that stuff