This is a song about "Swanging on glasa"

Baby, let me give you a call

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

Feel your chest on top on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Another round what the song say

Shifting on and on through the grey.

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

And i like my girls with ambition

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Before my time pasted on

My sim card's the bomb

' alright, already, the show goes on

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