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

Never a thug i just didn't play with rocks

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

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

Or let the mob handle that

So what i keep the blunt lit?

I play nintendo with this stupid ass whore!

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Chill with asap and get get lit

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

With a stick of freshly lit dynamite.

Plus my kicks are nik', this what the bitches like