This is a song about "Stuff"

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

Punchin stuff just dont get through

I'm coming home with you

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

On the slow jam of love

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

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

Stuff you can't extinguish,

It’s official, she my misses

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

See boy she been in love

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff