This is a song about "Lighters"

It's bic in this bitch all lighters galore,

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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,

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

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