This is a song about "Lighters"

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

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,

That naturally act like these raps is a mattress

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Summer time, different shore

It's bic in this bitch all lighters galore,