This is a song about "Bic razors"

It's bic in this bitch all lighters galore,

That fire flow the finest women i adore

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

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

And the razors are double bladed

Everybody wasted faded, faded

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

And all i hear is fuckin click, all i really needs a bic

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

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

Now i'm shinin in the broad, day-light - go figure

Bic her,never sicker,sticky like a sticker,