This is a song about "Stealing pop cards"

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

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

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

Confessing my stealing convenience

Not king james, these were coke kings

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

You easy stealing picked pocket,

I played the cards that you dealt me

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

// [you can hold all the cards]

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms