This is a song about "Lit like bic"

How bout we blow this bit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

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

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

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

And slit wrists bleeding lit hit lists

Bic her,never sicker,sticky like a sticker,

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Is gettin' lit up like mike jackson's hair hangin' off a christmas tree,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Ima hit it just to keep the blunt lit