This is a song about "Lit like bic"

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

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

To give surgery to your lyrics, theyre going to get lit

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

And slit wrists bleeding lit hit lists

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

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

It's bic in this bitch all lighters galore,

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

Still listen to big

Layin here just flickin my bic

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that