This is a song about "Get lit"

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Wrapped myself in plastic and lit candles in the room

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Lies ahead of the wrath matched with a tree lit

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

And slit wrists bleeding lit hit lists

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

I was so stressed i lit a cigarette.

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

I get a gunner for this so you tongues getting lit