This is a song about "Birthday cards"

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Ads played through him like cards in a deck

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

When they here today what you say to them

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

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

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

I got these tats all on my arms

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

But fuck it, i'mma break loose, celebrate the hulks birthday?

// [you can hold all the cards]

Finish line with the tire marks

// [you can hold all the cards]

You haters put up your guards

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.