This is a song about "Farmer s market"

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

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

I am the hardest in the market

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

That scary love, never get married love

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

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

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

I'm open to the market

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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