This is a song about "Tennis stuff"

I'm a magician so please focus

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

If u get caught and cuffed/drop that stuff

He's the one doing his stuff

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

I'm hooked on that good stuff

Let's have a toast for this new love

The pigs fly away in the morning

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

You in to that animal stuff