This is a song about "Farmer s market"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

Y'all similes is literal shit

I am the hardest in the market

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

The egyptian farmer shenti had just begun

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

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

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

One month later you cornered me in market, you thought i could be an easy target.