This is a song about "Dole lite"

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

I'll never forget, never forget the night

Ima lite up your world i flick my bic

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Open up your contacts then scroll

I'm a millionaire, you on the dole!

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

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

Other rappers holding udders dole a molten stutter

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for