This is a song about "I play with lit matches"

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

I get a gunner for this so you tongues getting lit

It was quebec, where i lit him up with fire,

And then along came the wrong man for her

I "play games" with hearts and it's not operation.

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

I make a way for my people to see the light

With a stick of freshly lit dynamite.

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

Lights out i can't see nothing, think i need some matches

That scary love, never get married love

This is like love, that you can never get

Chill with asap and get get lit

The real muscle in the message of that

Lies ahead of the wrath matched with a tree lit