This is a song about "Lite"

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right

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

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

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