This is a song about "High frequency trading"

Lift your eyebrow up high

Never had a chance to try

Dump that bitch in the sly

Everybody ,your hands up high,

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

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Dreamin on a lullaby

On some real shit, fuck getting high

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

High everyday my favorite color blue

I wonder why, i sit and cry

I got that shit, that makes you high

Whilst in a school called junior high

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Buy some french fries, then i get high