This is a song about "We cuttin 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

Just to let you know, you are

You stink like a lit tire

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

So what i keep the blunt lit?

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Im not cuttin any corners io know this is the shit

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that