This is a song about "Market basket"

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

Miami nights, made a couple grand

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

Took a trip to a market, and saw all the candy

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I'm open to the market

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

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

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all