This is a song about "Trading cards"

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

Lets talk about history..in the 70's morrison once said, that killers lack huge parts

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

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

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

// [you can hold all the cards]

Finish line with the tire marks

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

20 racks really thats sneaker money

I played the cards that you dealt me

Post cards and my letters

Talking of the gods you serve