This is a song about "Free market economy"

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

When when the economy of america breaks

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

Never did we think we'd have this weak of an economy,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

These situations ain’t too shocking given the economy,

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip

I am the hardest in the market

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

Circulate the economy better than any can/