This is a song about "Lighters"

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

It's bic in this bitch all lighters galore,

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall