This is a song about "Lit review"

And that i spent the night with her

You stink like a lit tire

Potent shit getting lit up in the cockpit

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

They caught me just as lit my torch..

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

Sip your frickin' gin tonic, split your lifting lit spliff chronic,

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

I did this shit on the fly, while i was doing my review, one that tomorrow it's due

Living my life like i'm living right

With a stick of freshly lit dynamite.

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

I need to get lit, toke a few hits,

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

I get a gunner for this so you tongues getting lit