This is a song about "Market basket"

But i popped his face with the guage and now his death basket is in a closed casket!

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

I am the hardest in the market

Foolish, i be on that new shit

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

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

I am the hardest in the market

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones