This is a song about "Gay cards"

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

You're dealt a random hand in life, you don't control the cards

// [you can hold all the cards]

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

Little gay lookin' boy

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

Ads played through him like cards in a deck

Give us this day, our daily bread

Finish line with the tire marks

// [you can hold all the cards]

"you already wrote the gay song

You just gotta be strong

I played the cards that you dealt me

You be get up on this fly shit baby