This is a song about "Stuff my pussy"

If a nigga didn't fake like them

That pussy fire make my tongue numb

Her pussy so wet my snake almost drowned in it

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

Stuff i hate to hide, looking at my memories wishing i can go inside

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Strutting my stuff while yo sit there

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

I preach to demons at your church, now i'm the newest sermon

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

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

We both had dreams of being great

I was born rough, i left scars on my mothers pussy

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see