This is a song about "Honors euro lit"

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

I dont get it lit, why jeopardize my life to the size

I need to get lit, toke a few hits,

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Lies ahead of the wrath matched with a tree lit

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

Or all the times that i got lit.

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Ima hit it just to keep the blunt lit

Fuck, fuck, fuck. out of luck, i'm stuck. shit, shit, shit. i quit, a bit lit.

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

My stomach hurts so i'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

I'll spray you with gas and toss you a lit match.

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Potent shit getting lit up in the cockpit