This is a song about "Stuff it"

He's the one doing his stuff

And what i done just ain't enough

Or know them testament verses

Have to leave without your stuff

I got glasses to see stuff,

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

No more showering you with stuff,

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Take his favorite injector and stuff it in his bitch protector

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

I can feel your heart beating fast

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

Rub the wood and ima show em love

You in to that animal stuff