This is a song about "Lit review"

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

Chill with asap and get get lit

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

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

With a stick of freshly lit dynamite.

But i gotta make sure i’m right

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Potent shit getting lit up in the cockpit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Rap hero but wasn't nicer, prior

You stink like a lit tire

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

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

But you're loving mine i am the shit