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

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

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