This is a song about "Lite"

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

My sleight of hand is flying so bright with all spice i'd call it lite

I may have lost my mind, my head feels kind of lite.

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

For any emcee he or she, ill lite yall up like a pack of smokes oh please

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Ima lite up your world i flick my bic