This is a song about "Market basket"

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip

Stork your head in a basket,

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

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

This is like love, that you can never get

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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