This is a song about "She lit"

They caught me just as lit my torch..

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

Exquisite bitch, getting lit, live from the wimbledon

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

With a stick of freshly lit dynamite.

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Potent shit getting lit up in the cockpit

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Something you winced at, but when she winks at you, and hints a candle's lit for two

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

Or all the times that i got lit.

I was so stressed i lit a cigarette.

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head