This is a song about "The stuff"

Then i said i had enough

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

Pocket racked up all big faces

He's the one doing his stuff

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

You in to that animal stuff

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Your stuff in the last battle was whack

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate