This is a song about "Mix and match"

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

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

Ten to make and the match to win

High off life? my nigga not even

It's a mix of art and science that i use to drop bombs and make scenes silent,

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

And a lit match, get back, or under your ass i'll set a fire/

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

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

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about