This is a song about "Matches of vice"

Im your every single sin in life, and every single little vice

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

In a hairy mess, doused with gas, light her dress with matches

My wicked ways are like a vicious vice

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

Girl you know that you’re my vice

But now vice versa story changed he became a rapper, doctor,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy