This is a song about "Cards"

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

But if your not coming, know that i already give your family my best regards!

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

While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards

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

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

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

You shoulda played your cards right, but now you're playing 52 card pick up!

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Either in the visual, lyrical or audio

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

Post cards and my letters

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

Finish line with the tire marks