This is a song about "Stoke on trent"

Sweet, okay makes sense

Relying on myself

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

' alright, already, the show goes on

Feel your chest on top on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Now im getting them on

Pay dues like a hair salon

You know...you know who you are

Your on fire.. your on fire

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

They pick on him and step on him

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Before my time pasted on