This is a song about "Lit like bic"

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

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

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

You stink like a lit tire

Bic her,never sicker,sticky like a sticker,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

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

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

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

Lies ahead of the wrath matched with a tree lit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Ima lite up your world i flick my bic

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

Razor grips, laser spit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit