This is a song about "Matches of vice"

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Well, that trait matches rap just as well as socks do with sandals

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Gasoline and matches is disastrous, one match two match, a fire flashes

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

As tight as it could go, like a vice locked in tight,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Lights out i can't see nothing, think i need some matches

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

Out of mind out of sight

Not only had the fiend died

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

Pass by life twice with vice thrashes to curdle whom,

So i strike anywhere like matches, i'm an asshole to hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes