This is a song about "She lit"

Get lit and cause trouble hammered.

My shirt, purple label my shirt

You lit my joint but you wouldn't pass,

She graduated top of the class

And slit wrists bleeding lit hit lists

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

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

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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

And if i'm down with this banging shit

So what i keep the blunt lit?

Must be a lady in tha light

With a stick of freshly lit dynamite.