This is a song about "Kensington market"

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

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

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

And all women who had light features, see

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

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

I’m first class on my trip trip

I'm open to the market