This is a song about "Stealing pop cards"

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing

And getting money is the song i sing

You easy stealing picked pocket,

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Confessing my stealing #convenience

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

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Copying stealing and pasting lyrics

Post cards and my letters

Know just what you worth