This is a song about "High frequency trading"

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

But i am flying high

Damn is your mattress dry

No more amore, i refuse to force you

High everyday my favorite color blue

I be ballin, they wonder why

Lift your eyebrow up high

Dump that bitch in the sly

Aint that why we get high,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

Before i thought high was cool and got high at school

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

So y'all niggas can fly

On some real shit, fuck getting high