This is a song about "Market and mixed enconomys"

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Mixed with open temptations

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

But, i ain't slim shady, i'm tupac mixed with jay and them,

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

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

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

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

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Cuz i'm pure bred and you a mixed breed

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

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