This is a song about "Market capitalism"

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

You be on that stalker shit

I am the hardest in the market

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

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

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

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

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.