This is a song about "Kensington market"

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

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

I am the hardest in the market

I'm open to the market

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit