This is a song about "Bic razors"

Through glasses seeing everything as it passes, the work of the jerk in a working world

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

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

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

Despite my dark days i feel i'm the brightest of thinkers

And the razors are double bladed

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

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

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

For the loud crowd who brought razors

Layin here just flickin my bic

So drop the slam and lets get sick