This is a song about "Match"

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

Because we're the top dog and your no match

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

To make sure that the match is made

Fuck you if you feelin' different

This is a handicap match and

Your girl knows how to ride, tell her to join my ranch.

Stupendous, cheeko suspended you can rap, a good match

Your life is a product of trash

That match used to be a lash,

You don't really wanna get into a pissing match

My stomach hurts so i'm lookin' for a purse to snatch