This is a song about "High frequency trading"

Just like a priest whose preaching on high

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

I got that shit, that makes you high

These haters hope i hurry up and die

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Your diss deflects off the beast your seized by my words deity frequency

That's the window into the sky

You know every night i'm high

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

High like i defy gravity,

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

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

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love