This is a song about "Lighters"

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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.

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

It's bic in this bitch all lighters galore,

You see i gotta go to war