This is a song about "Lit like bic"

It's bic in this bitch all lighters galore,

Another day as i step out the door

Pose, click, pose, click

Layin here just flickin my bic

And i must admit

So what i keep the blunt lit?

I get a gunner for this so you tongues getting lit

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

And slit wrists bleeding lit hit lists

Niggas talk with limited service

Or all the times that i got lit.

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I'm god man i don't even have to breathe, but your ass must be satan cause you're actin mean

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