This is a song about "Forex trading"

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Many faces, trading places, diggin' graves, slaves patient,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

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

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

This harbour's run for trading ships with kiss 'em redemption

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin