This is a song about "Credit cards"

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

A good person just to get credit when you want something

Let's take another trip, different continents we touching

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Here, i got your mom some wal-mart gift cards,

Finish line with the tire marks

// [you can hold all the cards]

Though, i'll give these rappers some credit

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

So you finally got the nerve

Post cards and my letters

Please correct me, stretch marks

// [you can hold all the cards]