This is a song about "Lite"

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Ima lite up your world i flick my bic

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

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

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

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

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