This is a song about "Stuff you camillia"

And all the stuff that you went through

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Wish i could stuff all you

Wolf gang, triple six crew

I promised you to not tell anybody about your stuff

My bitch is the type of bitch that niggas wanna cuff

Stuff you can't extinguish,

That's why i shine like i does

He's the one doing his stuff

Then i said i had enough

In the house, holla back

Never be found. stuff you in a black

Teachers teach you but leave out the important stuff

When they showed up at your door at christmas

But i guess that shit's just tough love

I'm hooked on that good stuff