This is a song about "Kensington market"

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

Your name's 'kensington' because you were made in chelsea.

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

'fore i make another 'how can you slap' youtube clip

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

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

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

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

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was