This is a song about "Stuff and things"

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

Cause my thing something vicious

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

Gotta try not to look fake in fact

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Say three things and do it now

Bitches ain't around one thou

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Mortal kombat, my shit is beyond rap

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

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Maybe ill grow up and do great things