This is a song about "Lighters"

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

It's bic in this bitch all lighters galore,

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

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

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

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

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