This is a song about "Lit review"

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

I'm often coughing off the awesome seedless shit that's being lit

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

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

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

To give surgery to your lyrics, theyre going to get lit

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

They caught me just as lit my torch..

Uptown sitting on cloud 9's white porch

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Get the zippo and spark the shit

For that that strict literary review, but at the end of the day its just something to work through

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you