This is a song about "Bull and bear market"

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth, grin and bear it

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

After the east and west bull shit escalate

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

I'm open to the market

That i am the fuckin bear and the heir to the fuckin thrown.

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages