This is a song about "Market basket"

Drops there jaw in aw!like a stock marketer watching the stock market fall

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Because it's the third world, those dictators are basket cases,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

Put lotion in the basket and then rip em apart

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Here i go again, searching for love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.