This is a song about "Trading cards"

After the club, gettin you open

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

All on the furniture with no regards

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

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

As i said, i'm evil, my rhyming ain't feeble, i knock the beatles of the charts

Cards are stacked like casinos, and bald us like chemo,

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

Many faces, trading places, diggin' graves, slaves patient,

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

I played the cards that you dealt me

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

Finish line with the tire marks

// [you can hold all the cards]