This is a song about "Cards"

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Stopped runnin from my demons, now we play cards and shit

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

Cards are stacked like casinos, and bald us like chemo,

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.

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

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

Ads played through him like cards in a deck

Talking about the god you serve

Post cards and my letters

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

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

Please correct me, stretch marks

// [you can hold all the cards]