This is a song about "Market"

Living out of a homeless shit

I'm open to the market

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

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

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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