This is a song about "Bic mag vagina"

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

I fell out of my moms golden vagina which a remindsa me that im a golden kid,

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

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

Ima lite up your world i flick my bic

I never crack i got that chap stick

Bic her,never sicker,sticky like a sticker,

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

No lies, your moms vagina is enticing,