This is a song about "Tennis match"

Throw a grenade at ya, can you catch?

But years of practice and soon our skills would match

That you'll never match, i'm an inspiration

And non-nigga friends got it with him

How the fuck you wipe your ass

That match used to be a lash,

No match to my flow, dog

I love the way you walk

You don't really wanna get into a pissing match

One man band, ready to chant up an avalanche

Don’t you be holding back

I bet you couldn't even match that

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

The fittest crew like a pair of nike jordan tennis shoes,

Youre a burning match

Loud addition purple patch