This is a song about "Fire in the poop deck"

Is not far from white girls with big bread

His neck was stuck inside the tape deck,

Whos keen to step an get wrecked hitting the deck

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Ill run in yo house and let the smoke fire

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

But make no mistake when it's time to deck the halls

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

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Spitting fire without condoms the in pop filter

As i acquire the skills i require to put you in the line of my fire

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Gotta problem with the way i play my deck?

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head