This is a song about "I be so lit"

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Cause she see the way i ball, how my wrist and that be lit up

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

How can i be wrong so correctly

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

I get a gunner for this so you tongues getting lit

Or all the times that i got lit.

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

I stepped outta the box then lit a match

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

I walked path that was lit but the darkness began to blend

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend