This is a song about "Pokemon cards"

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

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

Post cards and my letters

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

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

Your joker, 52 cards in a deck , the mad mans me the one who's gonna slit your

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

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

I did a clinch with devil in my heart to leave my every hinge that will save me from these darts

// [you can hold all the cards]

Finish line with the tire marks