This is a song about "Lite einsteins"

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

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

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

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

Ima lite up your world i flick my bic

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

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies