This is a song about "Market and mixed enconomys"

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Fire lit, diffuse the wick, mixed with vodka and gin,

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Mixed with pain, anger, and hateful rage, the essence of youth,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Medical experiment benadryl mixed with heroin

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

I am the hardest in the market

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

With words so mixed and twisted

Or let the mob handle that

Mixed with open temptations

It's moe, all i need is more chips