This is a song about "Match"

Man i spit that pimp talk

No match to my flow, dog

Who you callin rapist

You can't match the greatest,

That match used to be a lash,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

And me and my friends skin color don’t match,

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

Loud addition purple patch

Youre a burning match

Evil but see no equal that'll match this

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

I promise i'mma call you back

I bet you couldn't even match that