This is a song about "Cards"

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

I just want my cards dealt right, cuts proportionate, fortunate,

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

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

Do you know what it's like to have the deck of cards stacked against you...

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

// [you can hold all the cards]

Please correct me, stretch marks

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

You're dealt a random hand in life, you don't control the cards

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