This is a song about "Lit lfie"

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

With a stick of freshly lit dynamite.

So chase the air hide your stash

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

Lies ahead of the wrath matched with a tree lit

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

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

You stink like a lit tire

I said i'm hurting her

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

And if i'm down with this banging shit

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

One man band, ready to chant up an avalanche