This is a song about "Cards"

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

With no cards of royalty, fuck rap i'm here to body people, show no loyalty!

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

There are dead sheep in the yards, playing these cards is getting hard

Poker cards get quickly dealt.

Bout time i got my respect

As i said, i'm evil, my rhyming ain't feeble, i knock the beatles of the charts

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

Finish line with the tire marks

// [you can hold all the cards]

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

I know..i'm very good..tell me something else..i've dealt out my cards but still kept the ace/

Out the ghetto, helllo that can be you, play your cards, watch out the jokers

I ain't here to tell no stories or to bore you with a shit verse