This is a song about "Market capitalism"

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

I am the hardest in the market

One month later you cornered me in market, you thought i could be an easy target.

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

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