This is a song about "The stuff"

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

All this stuff started when the number of the cops was dialed

Where every recipient, property of the state

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you

Corner shops or restaurants, these were the only stuff they could do

I was taught to let the bad stuff go and suck it up

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Snatch a bitch up stuff her in the back of my suburban

That stuff you made us study is forgotten after the exam

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

And for me it's reversed

The stuff we could have learned

My words are a flame, but they disturb stuff in vain, claim my money on the top,

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop