This is a song about "She lit"

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Frown and a gun lit is all she could amount to confront with

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

With a stick of freshly lit dynamite.

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Potent shit getting lit up in the cockpit

I was so stressed i lit a cigarette.

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

"contemplate", i wrote about her

You stink like a lit tire

Cause she see the way i ball, how my wrist and that be lit up

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

I'm like a light-bulb my mind lit