This is a song about "House of cards"

Please correct me, stretch marks

// [you can hold all the cards]

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

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

I dubale to my elders, then, now they look at me like nigerias elvis

But once established we living lavish, like the house of versi, paris,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I'm sick of floatin' around the house wondering

When we already at the house full of our, home work

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Got a house full of homies, why i feel so the opposite?