This is a song about "Forex trading"

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas