This is a song about "Stuffed up"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I never show up end up getting suspensions

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Incredible flow you cant bind up (bind up)

The victims real shaken up

Money i make em buck

Lights coming up, night coming up,

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

Because i never think better of a stuffed trunk in this endeavor, it's evidently not too clever

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

After i stuffed you with ammunition.

You just working with the scraps you was given

Trynna keep my head up

Say what you wanna but