This is a song about "Farmer s market"

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

I am the hardest in the market

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

S queezys very bold

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics