This is a song about "High frequency trading"

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

High everyday my favorite color blue

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

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

I got that shit, that makes you high

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Bitch im gonna blow you sky high

You other brothers can’t deny

Live off my lie and my lullaby

One moment we'll be so high

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Highten your frequency, you are still stuck in your shackles.

Just like a priest whose preaching on high

I shine like something in the sky