This is a song about "Jacob chang"

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

Ring ring ding dong ching chang ching ringa ding dong

I told him get his 9 and run

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

Don't distress your nerves but go head first and amend thirst

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

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

It regret , social situations still find it hard to connect , we dont choose the cards

Lets talk about history..in the 70's morrison once said, that killers lack huge parts

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

These curious motherfuckers ,remodel themselves