This is a song about "He is lit"

Cause all i want is you, baby

Is the fuckin pain and my shame he

Or let the mob handle that

So what i keep the blunt lit?

Im washin off another plate

He is here, i'm not afraid,

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

And smart enough to flee the scene when the block is lit

What else is he gonna do?

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

He wonders why he even tries, why is he wasting his time?

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

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

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is