This is a song about "The weird stuff"

If you ever feel alone and

Just for me being weird in the past/

I won't retire ever, nigga i'm forever clever

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

Trust they seen enough

He's the one doing his stuff

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Ass shots in her seven jeans

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

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

It would be weird if we dressed the same

Time after time, again and again

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Let the sticky stuff take you even higher