This is a song about "Trading cards"

Your joker, 52 cards in a deck , the mad mans me the one who's gonna slit your

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

I ain't here to tell no stories or to bore you with a shit verse

Out the ghetto, helllo that can be you, play your cards, watch out the jokers

I just want my cards dealt right, cuts proportionate, fortunate,

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Please correct me, stretch marks

// [you can hold all the cards]

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,