This is a song about "Public match"

Fuck the money and public opinion

And that ain’t no donnie simpson

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

To shine in the public

Throw a grenade at ya, can you catch?

Cause the wound i gave you shows you've met your match/

But years of practice and soon our skills would match

How come you pick me last, i made my raps straight from scratch

Youre a burning match

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

I dont care if this is private or public

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Acting ape shit, public executions, political assassinations,

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

Striking a match couldn't match the heat he raps in

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win