This is a song about "Financial lit"

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

Or all the times that i got lit.

Wit my kin that i came in wit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Financial collaps, well, the rich are in the clear

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Potent shit getting lit up in the cockpit

So what i keep the blunt lit?

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

I am not loving my financial sitch right now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

You stink like a lit tire

The only time i flirt with her