This is a song about "Mix and match"

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

Just another product of this matrix

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

I've been baking up these batches since my match lit and went out

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

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

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

And if they resort to mix-tapes, my feats'll beat 'em per cassette