This is a song about "Farmer s market"

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

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Hard as mortars, guard the borders, hide the farmer daughters,

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

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

With only two songs, look at what i did

I am the hardest in the market

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people