This is a song about "Tennis stuff"

Niggas that guided me through

Wish i could stuff all you

Here i go again, searching for love

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

She can make a pimp fall in love

Have to leave without your stuff

See i'm breathing for a purpose

I got glasses to see stuff,

And i can't help but notice

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

If u get caught and cuffed/drop that stuff

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

Stuff you can't extinguish,

Cause ignorance is bliss