This is a song about "Match"

I smoke and let the tree talk

No match to my flow, dog

Because we're the top dog and your no match

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

I bet you couldn't even match that

And get caught, in the moment

This is a handicap match and

Ya balls get a itch pass it to ya mother to scratch.

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

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Met my match/ chest is stabbed

To make sure that the match is made

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

She’s a star if i ever seen one