This is a song about "Bic mag vagina"

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

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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,

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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

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

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

And even he was afraid of bumping heads with bert, plus he didn't want his future right hand hurt.

*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 bic in this bitch all lighters galore,

And there's little to be glad for

Ima lite up your world i flick my bic

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick