This is a song about "Teamdeath match"

Ten to make and the match to win

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Evil but see no equal that'll match this

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

You just working with the scraps you was given

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

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

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

To make sure that the match is made

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Take a look at my jacket no you can't match it

I make her cum a lot

No match to my flow, dog

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

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