This is a song about "Free market economy"

Bitch i'm parked on a comet

I am the hardest in the market

I am the hardest in the market

I work hard for everything i get

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

My flow makes the economy, rise higher than our nations bureaucracy,

That's why i rhyme like a poet from a prior century

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

And all women who had light features, see

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

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

When when the economy of america breaks

Could i make you my baby

Preferably judge free?