This is a song about "Stuff"

He's the one doing his stuff

So let 'em chase love

But i murder him first

The stuff we could have learned

Raised by a momma who, who

Wish i could stuff all you

No more showering you with stuff,

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Stuff you can't extinguish,

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

When they showed up at your door at christmas

I've got muslims calling on jesus

My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff