This is a song about "Kensington market"

I am the hardest in the market

Living out of a homeless shit

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

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

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

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

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Drops there jaw in aw!like a stock marketer watching the stock market fall

Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,