This is a song about "Lite"

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

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Ima lite up your world i flick my bic

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

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

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

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