This is a song about "Lite"

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

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

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

Ima lite up your world i flick my bic

On trial for possession of some chronic

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

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