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

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

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

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Smashing you with wicked rhymes till' i collapse/

Through thick and thin

Smashing geeks with passion

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

Car seats got screens in them

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

For the outlawz, here we come

I care for you more than my mum

So slim davy please call up your mum

This is freaking awesome

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,