This is a song about "Playing cards"

Something wicked this way come

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

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

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

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

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

Persuasing so amazing, it's amazing

// [you can hold all the cards]

Finish line with the tire marks

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

These motherfuckers think i'm playing, i ain't playing games,

// [you can hold all the cards]

Please correct me, stretch marks

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Post cards and my letters