This is a song about "Trading"

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

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

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

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