This is a song about "Lighters"

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

It's bic in this bitch all lighters galore,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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