This is a song about "Stuff"

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

See i'm breathing for a purpose

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

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

Shit, in this white man's world

The stuff we could have learned

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

These cops is bad boys, baby just like puff

Wish i could stuff all you

South beach fountain blue

Damn man that's some good stuff

Let's have a toast for this new love