This is a song about "Lit and mindfucked"

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

My mission to split a spliff, so i lit it quick, and still i get it,

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

I've been baking up these batches since my match lit and went out

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Lit your houses on fire and deployed my parachute

And lit a spliff to ponder upon the abyss of kids with no lunches

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

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

You might decline the hit list's catch

Wrapped myself in plastic and lit candles in the room

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

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

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