This is a song about "Kensington market"

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

I'm gettin' bitches to strip

I'm open to the market

I am the hardest in the market

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Until he sell his own cd's at the market