This is a song about "Get lit"

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Lies ahead of the wrath matched with a tree lit

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

To give surgery to your lyrics, theyre going to get lit

Gotta work - slight work

Get lit and cause trouble hammered.

I get a gunner for this so you tongues getting lit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Get the zippo and spark the shit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

Sip your frickin' gin tonic, split your lifting lit spliff chronic,

And slit wrists bleeding lit hit lists

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips