This is a song about "Match the sins"

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

On the cross just for my sins i regret everything i did i remember hurtin loved

Cause the wound i gave you shows you've met your match/

Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Looking in the mirror and hating myself for all the sins

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

But when i throw the switch, your lyrics will never match up

Lies are the seven sins, but man it's evident,

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

I feel good, i look great

To make sure that the match is made

The sins just do not quit.

So i'm one with that

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run