This is a song about "Stuff"

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

If u get caught and cuffed/drop that stuff

These cops is bad boys, baby just like puff

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff

Ships that sail to distant places

Play hard to get, females get jealous

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Pocket racked up all big faces

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

Don’t you be holding back, your love

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

Punchin stuff just dont get through