This is a song about "Cards"

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

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

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

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

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.

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

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

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

Magic city tipping them

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

All on the furniture with no regards

Finish line with the tire marks

// [you can hold all the cards]

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

Rule had a run, couple movie parts