This is a song about "Market basket"

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

Put lotion in the basket and then rip em apart

After that moscato hit

I am the hardest in the market

Every day was a saturday, shit

I am the hardest in the market

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

You get balls dropped in your hole like your a fucking basket,

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Leave em waitin like buffalo bill, but no basket

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit