This is a song about "Trading"

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck around and pay your rent lets go in my car and fake the tint

Many faces, trading places, diggin' graves, slaves patient,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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