This is a song about "Lighter"

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Lighter, and i could fuck around and let you meet my sparks

Don't fuck with a desperate rhymet, i'll burn you soul with an cigarette lighter.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Mind is the lighter and words are the fire aint stopping till these people sing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

It's funny how it sounds you bars are lighter than a ounce

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

Get the lighter, light it up

What a mess! but we clean in the club

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Igniting a fire first, with his lighter/

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Your girl strokes my tip like she finger flicking a lighter,