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

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

I was so stressed i lit a cigarette.

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Play with your toys, play with your blocks,

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

I kill em all slowly so i can hear them clearly, as they scream wishing it was all a dream,

I make it seem like i'm a mismatch with a lit match and my homelife is kerosene

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I then fucked up, i forgot my lighters, but i have matches,

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

Once i lit a blunt you'll see thunderclouds along with the hell hounds

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

In a hairy mess, doused with gas, light her dress with matches

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love