This is a song about "Farmer s market"

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

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

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

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

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

With only two songs, look at what i did

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

You make a nigga sing songs nice

It´s the battle of life