This is a song about "Tennis stuff"

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Damn man that's some good stuff

Is you big enough

She can make a pimp fall in love

No more showering you with stuff,

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

Throw me to the damn wall like tennis ball still i'll bounce back

* amalgam digital download bonus track