This is a song about "Trading"

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

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

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

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

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

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin