This is a song about "The weird stuff"

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

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Teachers teach you but leave out the important stuff

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

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

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

The stuff we could have learned

Shit, in this white man's world

I mean your whole heart is so confusing with the weird weather

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyoare you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

He's the one doing his stuff

The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep