This is a song about "Rypod shuffle"

I need a backyard full court size

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

Do you know what it's like to have the deck of cards stacked against you...

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

And losin all his money

Suspect on deck that's that speck to me

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Dig down a hole throw the rest of your body in it

With words so mixed and twisted

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

He's acting like he knows poverty with that cake in his hand

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,