This is a song about "Gfx cards"

While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards

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

I just want my cards dealt right, cuts proportionate, fortunate,

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

But i keep pushing, 'cuz my cards were dealt wrong in my hand,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

With no cards of royalty, fuck rap i'm here to body people, show no loyalty!

Do you know what it's like to have the deck of cards stacked against you...

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

This is what i cannot say, but plays over and over above my shoulders

Out the ghetto, helllo that can be you, play your cards, watch out the jokers

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

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

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

There are dead sheep in the yards, playing these cards is getting hard