This is a song about "Market"

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

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

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

I just wanna be higher than that

I'm open to the market

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family