This is a song about "Kensington market"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

I am the hardest in the market

Foolish, i be on that new shit

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

With only two songs, look at what i did

I am the hardest in the market

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages