This is a song about "Kensington market"

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

You, you, you have to pay for that

I'm open to the market

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

I am the hardest in the market

Because there ain't no coming back from that

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

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

So here i am at the store for some chips

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

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