This is a song about "Franklinton farmers market"

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

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

I am the hardest in the market

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

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

And trying to start today with arguments

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

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

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

All black everthing on some jigga shit

Until he sell his own cd's at the market