This is a song about "Retail credit cards"

Finish line with the tire marks

// [you can hold all the cards]

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Apologetic forget it give credit

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

Death is the credit to terrorists / severing heads of degenerates

Retail snappers even is lame

I'm going off the top of the brain

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

And all my childhood memories

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

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

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