This is a song about "Matches"

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

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

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,

Told myself take a little lighter fluid and a couple of matches

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

You want to be an usher huh? here are a few matches

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

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Im lyrical acid/ radio active/ flow strikes like matches/ burning threw ur mattress/