This is a song about "Texas hold em"

Indo queen from that dirty south texas browntown menace

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

I mean of course just the same old

Is a space that now you hold

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

The truth shall be told

Ya whats my future hold/

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

Jigsaw isn't here or leatherface in texas chainsaw

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

And run away, because hip hop couldnt hold