This is a song about "Lit like bic"

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

With g's in my pocket

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

And smart enough to flee the scene when the block is lit

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

I make it seem like i'm a mismatch with a lit match and my homelife is kerosene

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

Bic her,never sicker,sticky like a sticker,

Layin here just flickin my bic

Pepe le pew my music

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

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

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Ima lite up your world i flick my bic

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

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big