This is a song about "Credit cards"

I got these tats all on my arms

// [you can hold all the cards]

Ads played through him like cards in a deck

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Poker cards get quickly dealt.

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

And all my childhood memories

No credit card... yet i still got late fees

You haters put up your guards

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

Post cards and my letters

Know just what your worth

My metaphors, will surprise u like free credit score

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

You gotta have cash if you credit the visa,