This is a song about "He is lit"

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

Frown and a gun lit is all she could amount to confront with

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

I'm a magician so please focus

"knb is he worthless?", "yo g he sure is!"

We both had dreams of being great

He is here, i'm not afraid,

Is gettin' lit up like mike jackson's hair hangin' off a christmas tree,

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Cause everytime you come around

Why, why is he tripping down?

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Then i noticed a fed, he lit a warning

My candle is always lit you can't be the one to have it conquered

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record