This is a song about "Stealing pop cards"

Post cards and my letters

Know just what you worth

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Confessing my stealing convenience

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing

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

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

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Poker cards get quickly dealt.

Here, i got your mom some wal-mart gift cards,

I got these tats all on my arms