This is a song about "Stuff it"

I feel my work ain't enough

He's the one doing his stuff

He's the one doing his stuff

I wouldn't be famous

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

I was taught to let the bad stuff go and suck it up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

I'm sure you not about to tell me you ain't cum enough

I opened my drawer today and it had all her stuff.

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Wish i could stuff all you

Or now they don't praise enough

I got glasses to see stuff,