This is a song about "Lit"

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

So what i keep the blunt lit?

I'mma sign that work and release that

Or all the times that i got lit.

You stink like a lit tire

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

I need to get lit, toke a few hits,

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

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

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

If its a pen im writing shit, if its a light, then im getting lit

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Ima hit it just to keep the blunt lit

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit