This is a song about "Market capitalism"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

Together all the timethought it was true love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

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

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit