This is a song about "Lighters"

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

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

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

It's bic in this bitch all lighters galore,

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

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