This is a song about "Trading cards"

Post cards and my letters

Talking of the gods you serve

I got these tats all on my arms

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

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

We've lost so many kids to gun violence, and the facts are worse,

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

// [you can hold all the cards]

Finish line with the tire marks

This harbour's run for trading ships with kiss 'em redemption

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Stopped runnin from my demons, now we play cards and shit