This is a song about "Stuffed up"

I thought it'd get better but

So i picked the pen up

I should have known from the start boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

After i stuffed you with ammunition.

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

My life is stuffed with drama, arguements and screaming

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

That shit was wack as fuck

Trynna keep my head up

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Lights coming up, night coming up,

Just waiting to fire up

Love will have you stuck

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

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