This is a song about "Uno reverse cards"

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

We going back like we stuck in reverse,

And it hurts, take the "t" from "trust" and just reverse,

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

The richest place on earth

Post cards and my letters

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

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

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

My turf, strong nerve, never on the reverse, stay rehearsed or cursed,

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

So maybe i'll stop go in reverse turn around and add plot

I'll murder mind / and reverse the time

And now these hoes are on my line

Finish line with the tire marks

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards