This is a song about "Death match"

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

Then i woke up in a city, where the population match the death toll

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

That match used to be a lash,

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Dc has never seen such progress

What you getting is death

You can't match the greatest,

She leave her hair in the sink

Bath ya in acid while i'm watching your spine detach,

You don't really wanna get into a pissing match

That's all u need is death

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Stupendous, cheeko suspended you can rap, a good match

One man band, ready to chant up an avalanche