This is a song about "Stealing pop cards"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Shards, everything is just a house of manic cards.

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

I'm in here counting green, y'all out there stealing

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

Mami... she open, she open

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

Thank god i found you

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Pop another volume

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

Hit the green like running backs with no yards