This is a song about "Gorkem buy shark cards"

Talk shit hunt you like a shark

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

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

Bigger than a shark bite

Catchin' all the light

Tina perm your fucking weave

Cleanly slicing your neck with shark teeth

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.

All on the furniture with no regards

// [you can hold all the cards]

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

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

But, i'm not in this for the cash, no i'm no shark

We can make more, make babies

Gnaw on your jaw with my shark teeth.