This is a song about "Keep the loud lit"

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

For the loud crowd who brought razors

Feelin so lit from smokin some herb, in the suburb,

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

I drop o after o of the loud,

Cause i fuck all her brains out

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Lit the scene by stomping squares like mj did in billie jean

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Fire lit, diffuse the wick, mixed with vodka and gin,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Loud as hell screaming out the back seat

Puff puff, so loud keep it hush

But you hate them navel kisses