This is a song about "Market capitalism"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

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

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

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

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Would you capture it, or just let it slip

I am the hardest in the market

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

I am the hardest in the market

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit