This is a song about "The stuff"

Teachers teach you but leave out the important stuff

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

He's the one doing his stuff

See, i'm just trying to focus

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

From fear of the same stuff, i give them the tailor

I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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

Wonder if they take it all back

Your stuff in the last battle was whack

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus