This is a song about "Match"

And last but not least please don't tell no one

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

Nothin you can do to match my skills

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

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

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

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Met my match/ chest is stabbed

Take a look at my jacket no you can't match it

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Evil but see no equal that'll match this

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

Ten to make and the match to win

Ambition, pardon my ambition

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

Stupendous, cheeko suspended you can rap, a good match