This is a song about "Stuff"

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

This 17 year old kid through mad stuff,

That's why i shine like i does

He's the one doing his stuff

Is you big enough

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

If u get caught and cuffed/drop that stuff

Together all the timethought it was true love

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

And i need you to show me love

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

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

And word i blew off herb i grew

Wish i could stuff all you