This is a song about "Lighters"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Who holler back to days untold with cargo-holds of golden lighters.

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

It's bic in this bitch all lighters galore,

And jade's a fucking acrobat, i'll flip her on a mattress

I then fucked up, i forgot my lighters, but i have matches,

I'm the sick mixture, pricks i'll give ya shit to lime lighters,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse