This is a song about "Stuff"

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Here i go again, searching for love

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

He's the one doing his stuff

All we need is convienient love

Cause my thing something vicious

My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff

If u get caught and cuffed/drop that stuff

Let's have a toast for this new love

Or now they don't praise enough

This 17 year old kid through mad stuff,

I've got muslims calling on jesus

I got glasses to see stuff,

Wood chain with a jesus

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff