This is a song about "High frequency trading"

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

But little to no interest after election

People always trying to get high

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Just like a priest whose preaching on high

Buy some french fries, then i get high

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

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

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

High everyday my favorite color blue

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

I'm the other guy

I can't fuck a bitch this high