Can I Flick your Bic?

Yeah imma roll this blunt up like bazooka blunt, an then I'm gonna flick this bic yeah

I'm gonna be fly high in the sky, like these fighter jets from the army

Everybody calls me chief, cause I over power every spot

Yeah, I won't be caught sleepin', I plant what I receive

Yeah, my cart is close to empty, and I can't face life without the MaryJane

My cars in park, and I just quiver and shake

A spark from ya bic, will get me feeling just right

As my eyes become cloudy, I tug on this pack and roll some more

My engine roars loudly, jus like the thoughts in my head

So now I feel more than an object, and I deserve some shelter