This is a song about "Stoke on trent"

Man it goes on and on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

Feel your chest on top on

When you took my hand up so calm

I also have a cutie to call

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

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

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

Relying on myself

Pay dues like a hair salon

Swisher almost gone, hold on

100 percent on everything and on my team

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen