This is a song about "Birthday cards"

Post cards and my letters

Oldest nation on this earth

Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

// [you can hold all the cards]

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Poker cards get quickly dealt.

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

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

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

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Ads played through him like cards in a deck

// [you can hold all the cards]

Please correct me, stretch marks

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