This is a song about "Lit a joint"

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

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

And a lit match, get back, or under your ass i'll set a fire/

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Fuck your beliefs, smoke a joint shit i need a relief

After school im so streesed out so i think to myself this calls for a joint

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

But something gets my nerve lit, a feeling i'd never earn shit

But look at me now, cover of billboard magazine, bitches scream wow, this nigga must have cream,

I make it seem like i'm a mismatch with a lit match and my homelife is kerosene

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

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