This is a song about "Graphics cards"

// [you can hold all the cards]

Finish line with the tire marks

The cards stack up against us like casinos, and you ain't even know it,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

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

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

You shoulda played your cards right, but now you're playing 52 card pick up!

Cards are stacked like casinos, and bald us like chemo,

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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