This is a song about "Stuff"

You in to that animal stuff

Thought this was forever love

Trying to get back to this thing called love

He's the one doing his stuff

Have to leave without your stuff

That will be enough

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

We don't ever make love

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

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

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous