This is a song about "Market"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

I am the hardest in the market

I'm open to the market

I’m first class on my trip trip

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

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

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

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

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it