This is a song about "The stuff"

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

You in to that animal stuff

But i guess that shit's just tough love

He's the one doing his stuff

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

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

Your stuff in the last battle was whack

I promise i'mma call you back

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

That stuff you made us study is forgotten after the exam

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

I know you just doing your job

Stuff fake hair down the hole that you spoke,