This is a song about "Birthday cards"

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

And talking shit we gon' party all day

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

It regret , social situations still find it hard to connect , we dont choose the cards

Lets talk about history..in the 70's morrison once said, that killers lack huge parts

// [you can hold all the cards]

I got these tats all on my arms

They gotta point em out baby

I played the cards that you dealt me

Straight off the block with it stepping out that chevrolet

Yo yo today is my birthday, wheres my chocolate sundae,

Oldest nation on this earth

Post cards and my letters