This is a song about "Seth mum work stereo smashing feeling"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

I spit bullshit out of the aux in your stereo

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

You’re a invicible ghost, can’t even hear the stereo,

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Smashing you with wicked rhymes till' i collapse/

From an african american stance

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Bumping the stereo up, such melancholy, no affection,

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

That scary love, never get married love

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough