This is a song about "Credit cards"

His name is eminem, i would have to credit him

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

I don't rap to get the women or respected, fuck the credit.

You haters put up your guards

// [you can hold all the cards]

Got tired of running from the police

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

// [you can hold all the cards]

Finish line with the tire marks

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

You gotta have cash if you credit the visa,

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

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.

My metaphors, will surprise u like free credit score

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for