This is a song about "Stuff"

When your dough is the sweetest it's easy to puff puff

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

And panned out, i'm all in love

Niggas talk with limited service

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

I opened my drawer today and it had all her stuff.

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

Look, ambition will define you

Punchin stuff just dont get through

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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