This is a song about "Lite einsteins"

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

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

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

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

Ima lite up your world i flick my bic

If his bitch insist on getting sick

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

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