This is a song about "Baseball cards"

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Here, i got your mom some wal-mart gift cards,

Post cards and my letters

Let's enjoy our younger years

Now there fucking dead i've hit them with a baseball bat.

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Stopped runnin from my demons, now we play cards and shit

Woman kinda like baseball, i'm always watchin they curves

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Like baseball this is the 5th inning

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

I'm a baseball player, save ya breath like respirators,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years