This is a song about "Lit lfie"

I get a gunner for this so you tongues getting lit

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

With a stick of freshly lit dynamite.

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

You stink like a lit tire

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Get lit and cause trouble hammered.

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

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

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

So what i keep the blunt lit?

Or all the times that i got lit.

You don't mean that, you faggot

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

And smart enough to flee the scene when the block is lit