This is a song about "Bic razors"

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

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

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

It's fucking dangerous the way i pick the razors up

I work hard for everything i get

And the razors are double bladed

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Not relying on the light no more

It's bic in this bitch all lighters galore,

The art is razors, needles, and pins, syringes and comets,

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Me and my boy's up in jail chopping up nigga's with razors.