This is a song about "Match"

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

To make sure that the match is made

But years of practice and soon our skills would match

My rapping is like an avalanche

Met my match/ chest is stabbed

600 benz, house six hundred grand

How come you pick me last, i made my raps straight from scratch

I'll knock him back, i got punchlines like a boxing match,

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

That you'll never match, i'm an inspiration

I'll spray you with gas and toss you a lit match.

You might decline the hit list's catch

That match used to be a lash,

You can't be wiping your ass

Understand im the man that you can't match

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch