This is a song about "Market and mixed enconomys"

The real muscle in the message of that

I am the hardest in the market

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Chronicles and retakes, two things mixed together makes no change.

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

All green nigga pick six

Mixed with open temptations

I know your feelin mixed emotions

So i guess that's where i hide my things

I'm mixed, bringing latvian potato skills and latino heat

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

With words so mixed and twisted

And all women who had light features, see

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