This is a song about "Stealing pop cards"

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

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

You're dealt a random hand in life, you don't control the cards

Finish line with the tire marks

// [you can hold all the cards]

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

Stealing magazine's & chip's

She likes the way it hits her lips