This is a song about "Retail credit cards"

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

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

Rideright back to the movies

No credit card... yet i still got late fees

Know just what you worth

Post cards and my letters

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

Retail snappers even is lame

I don't rap to get the women or respected, fuck the credit.

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Unlimited credit

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit