This is a song about "He is lit"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

And what the fuck's he doing, is he crazy

All he gets is moral debts,

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

Got a sign on my dick

No denying he is quick

Is he gay? is he straight? does that boy wear name brands?

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Yeah he is my everything

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

He is here, i'm not afraid,