This is a song about "The stuff"

He's the one doing his stuff

On the slow jam of love

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

The stuff we could have learned

Hey cole world, real cold world

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

I just light up and focus

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

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

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

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

He looked up at me like i was crazy, i said listen man

That stuff you made us study is forgotten after the exam