This is a song about "Cards"

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

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

Finish line with the tire marks

// [you can hold all the cards]

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Your joker, 52 cards in a deck , the mad mans me the one who's gonna slit your

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

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

But i keep pushing, 'cuz my cards were dealt wrong in my hand,

// [you can hold all the cards]

I got these tats all on my arms

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.