This is a song about "Stuff"

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

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

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

Punchin stuff just dont get through

It's really not an issue

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Stuff you can't extinguish,

2dopeboyz i know you like this

Then i said i had enough

He's the one doing his stuff