This is a song about "Cards"

I got these tats all on my arms

// [you can hold all the cards]

Poker cards get quickly dealt.

Carol city or was it the west

// [you can hold all the cards]

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

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

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

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Post cards and my letters

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

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

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

We might be back in this baby

I played the cards that you dealt me