This is a song about "High frequency trading"

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

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

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

Thuggin' till the day i die

Buy some french fries, then i get high

The world stops revolving the gravity is high

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

And in fact i can’t deny

Just like a priest whose preaching on high

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

People always trying to get high

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

But on some real shit, fuck getting high

Bitch im gonna blow you sky high

So y'all niggas can fly