Post cards and my letters
Half my peers, they're stretched for years
Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,
Ambition is definitely on the way
I got these tats all on my arms
Here, i got your mom some wal-mart gift cards,
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards
I played the cards that you dealt me
I’m tryna be low key
Those faggots won the gay off
Organized crime, i kill your boss
Little gay looking boy
Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.
But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck
Ads played through him like cards in a deck
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