This is a song about "Farmer s market"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

The life of a farmer is governed by sun

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

I am the hardest in the market

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

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

Make them more insecure when they caught one

The egyptian farmer shenti had just begun

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

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

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip