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

We race foreign cars, custom models

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

Puttin in work, to much work,

They call me say, word

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Rack, rack city shit

Anti bacterial so the stereo is sterilized

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

On trial for possession of some chronic

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Call me whatever joe

Turn up you stereo

Bumping the stereo up, such melancholy, no affection,

I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

So slim davy please call up your mum