This is a song about "Dole lite"

I bet you hear that white music

Ima lite up your world i flick my bic

Purify that woman soul

I'm a millionaire, you on the dole!

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

For any emcee he or she, ill lite yall up like a pack of smokes oh please

I may have lost my mind, my head feels kind of lite.

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Other rappers holding udders dole a molten stutter

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

My sleight of hand is flying so bright with all spice i'd call it lite