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

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

Here i go again, falling in love

I spit bullshit out of the aux in your stereo

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

Puts up with mum and dads crap

You got reason to brag

So i can finally say to mum

If you wanted a date, don't come

Turn up you stereo

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

Me and my microphone could be one

Cause im ripping though your stereo system

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

On trial for possession of some chronic

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Puttin in work, to much work,