This is a song about "Forex trading"

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

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

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

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

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