This is a song about "Stuff my pussy"

Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

They be on my pussy im the one they adore nigga

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Ships that sail to distant places

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff

When they showed up at your door at christmas

That pussy fire make my tongue numb

Brand new drop, i'm riding through harlem

My first time i may stuff up by tellin a story that has no end yet

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Snatch a bitch up stuff her in the back of my suburban