This is a song about "He is lit"

Why, why is he tripping down?

Cause everytime you come around

Everyone swallow this dick bitch i wrote high qaulity shit fucking rap kit make this fit fire is lit

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

All he gets is moral debts,

I'm on deck i'm up next

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Is the fuckin pain and my shame he

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

(look out!) omg... is he breathing?

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

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

His name tag is lit up, i can see his name is philip

He is were this all begins

I was playing with guns