This is a song about "He is lit"

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

All he gets is moral debts,

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Is the fuckin pain and my shame he

No denying he is quick

I dropped another classic

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

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

Why, why is he tripping down?

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

Damn, they wanna label me a menace