This is a song about "Playing cards"

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

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

Girls always playing games with emotions

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Post cards and my letters

Talking of the gods you serve

Stopped runnin from my demons, now we play cards and shit

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

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