This is a song about "Market and mixed enconomys"

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

And send you into toxic liquid mixed with nitrogen,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

I wish i grew up racially mixed without the black and white,

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love