This is a song about "Bic"

Bic her,never sicker,sticky like a sticker,

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror

Going against me,is like attacking a pack of bic razors with your wrist,

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

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

Ima lite up your world i flick my bic

Kush is packed up bic in my pocket. im so high, oh so high, im a fly guy.

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

It's bic in this bitch all lighters galore,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

*flic* my bic i'll flip you the bird, now ya heard a sick rap and a dope rappa your shit's absurd

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard.

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Hold me down like im the light from the bic, spark me up.

Spit sicker, keep this bigger little shit lit like bic flickers,

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers