This is a song about "Pokemon cards"

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Cause i aint no pokemon just a seer

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

There are dead sheep in the yards, playing these cards is getting hard

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Cards are stacked like casinos, and bald us like chemo,

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

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

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