This is a song about "Retail credit cards"

Death is the credit to terrorists / severing heads of degenerates

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

Yeah, and i don't dance i just two step

Ads played through him like cards in a deck

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

While guys were wastin time credit

Young money motherfucker we the shit

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

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

Not my fault you went university to learn retail,

// [you can hold all the cards]

Please correct me, stretch marks

Unlimited credit

That real life shit