This is a song about "Market capitalism"

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

//fast flow to match the beat, if you do it slow you probably wont notice the internals lol

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

Here i go again, searching for love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

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