This is a song about "Lit and mindfucked"

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Frown and a gun lit is all she could amount to confront with

Im a flicker and a lit glimmer of hope

You pay your favorite stripper car note

You, you, you have to pay for that

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

The blunt that's lit, burnt me quick and blood gushed from my crusty lips

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

Something you winced at, but when she winks at you, and hints a candle's lit for two

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true