This is a song about "Financial lit"

And slit wrists bleeding lit hit lists

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Razor grips, laser spit

So what i keep the blunt lit?

Little light in the ass

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

It's such a lonely world

Get lit and cause trouble hammered.

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

10th grade, eyes red as shit

I'm like a light-bulb my mind lit

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

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

I am not loving my financial sitch right now

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

I'm often coughing off the awesome seedless shit that's being lit