This is a song about "Card"

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Postmark on the card, can't pay the fee

But we save the card, the charred cold existence

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Who don't need a deal to rap hard, or even the appeal of a black card

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Want the title but i'm always fighting under card

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Look at my report card, it is apparent

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Homework is hard, postmark on the card

From the time that you stole my heart

Flo flo flow bad that's my card

I'm so intact so i stay sharp