This is a song about "Getting lit"

My stomach hurts so i'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

I'll spray you with gas and toss you a lit match.

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

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

You stink like a lit tire

Omo niaja get em' higher

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

If its a pen im writing shit, if its a light, then im getting lit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

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

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

I'm like a light-bulb my mind lit

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Chill with asap and get get lit