This is a song about "Retail credit cards"

Cutting me this worthless check

Ads played through him like cards in a deck

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

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

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

Stripped the meat off the bone there like a shark, girl's will be running when you show em the marks

// [you can hold all the cards]

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

Finish line with the tire marks

Like the credit crunch its just a cost illusion

And it rules everything around them

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts