This is a song about "Children s card games"

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

Actually disregard that, here let me trump card

No wonder why when times get hard

Flo flo flow bad that's my card

I need my face on a black card

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Homework is hard, postmark on the card

She likes the way it hits her lips

Girls always playing games with emotions

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Dont wanna play no mind games

And today we're still in chains