This is a song about "Im lit"

Exquisite bitch, getting lit, live from the wimbledon

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Or all the times that i got lit.

Know the time, know what it's like

With a stick of freshly lit dynamite.

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

I'm like a light-bulb my mind lit

Or let the mob handle that

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

And slit wrists bleeding lit hit lists

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit