This is a song about "Tricks"

Poor, uneducated whites, they get the blunt of the tricks,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

These ain't tricks up my sleeve,

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Trap our young black seeds

But i got more tricks up my sleeves then fucking ben ten

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

I can feel your heart beating fast

Tricks fast get past the bloody mask

They got more tactics tricks up sleeves diversions

So i guess that's where i hide my things

I'll fuck up more tricks than a crack-addicted david blaine,

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

I got a long sleeve with a bunch of tricks to amaze

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave