This is a song about "Getting lit"

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Wit my kin that i came in wit

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

I was so stressed i lit a cigarette.

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

Or all the times that i got lit.

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Exquisite bitch, getting lit, live from the wimbledon

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

You stink like a lit tire

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Wrapped myself in plastic and lit candles in the room

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom