This is a song about "High frequency trading"

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Before i thought high was cool and got high at school

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

One moment we'll be so high

I wonder why, i sit and cry

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I got that shit, that makes you high

You other brothers can’t deny

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

The world stops revolving the gravity is high

Everybody ,your hands up high,

I mean the game been dry

Look i'm fly, super saiyen high

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