This is a song about "Can t match us"

Can we do , they calling us

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Roll up niggas be like sex

Dense nuggets can help us commence

Trying to show us nothing that can be shown

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

That is ruining there perception of us can you see

Nothin you can do to match my skills

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Aint no hills that can stop us from me caring still

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Gasoline and matches is disastrous, one match two match, a fire flashes,

They want us to fight, so they can make us in fright

Hearing nikki giovanni on a late summer night