This is a song about "Franklinton farmers market"

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Fuck this battle, its worth less to me than a farmers cattle,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I am the hardest in the market

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Together all the timethought it was true love

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Took a trip to a market, and saw all the candy