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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Bumping the stereo up, such melancholy, no affection,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Rapping with a passion for smashing competing factions

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Rhymes coming faster than planes/smashing ur brains

Rappers please step forward

Puttin in work, to much work,

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

But i dont never play

A foster mum while they

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

So slim davy please call up your mum