[Verse 1] Hello, hello, hello Girl, do you smoke If not that's alright I don't mind (I know you do you know I don't) [?] that no on else can know But, if you hit my line I'm on time [Hook] Let's get blown(4x) Blown [Bridge] I know i know that you don't smoke But baby just this time you'll be alright I don't usually do this but this The Dead Occasion And it's lit, lit, lit, lit It's my birthday And I'm celebrating be a day closer to rest The only way i really know how By dropping the hottest sh** To come out of Chicago ever, ever, ever How rude of me I'm Supa your author, champion of light Your companion for the remainder for this Heavy genuine project I hope that by it's conclusion You walk away with a solid idea of what this is This life style, this journey This conquest, this mission Whatever you want to call it you know This joyous splendid project Me, we celebrate with smoke This is The Dead Occasion And it's lit, lit And it's lit, lit Lit, lit, lit, lit,lit,lit,lit [Verse 2] f** my life making any product flip, flip Damn, i feel just like my birthday cake, lit Birthday sushi for the strip, strip They hate on my juice like some raisins Gone with the wind like Malaysian planes is Fisticuffs with the plaintiff p**y it's a celebration p**y it's The Dead Occasion Beat the case and kept playing Looked at d**h and said "f** you" Beat the beast and left it hanging, dangling Taking Jesus pieces left you hanging