This is a song about "Farmer s market"

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

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

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

I am the hardest in the market

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

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

The outline which you n****s out dated

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

I'm open to the market

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

I hit up my supplier and retired the market