This is a song about "A deck of cards"

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

His neck was stuck inside the tape deck,

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Bitches on his dick [deck]

I lacked a deck to fight back, time frozen.

Come get some, you little bum

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.

I also wrote you a song it's in your tape deck

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

With no cards of royalty, fuck rap i'm here to body people, show no loyalty!

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Your joker, 52 cards in a deck , the mad mans me the one who's gonna slit your