This is a song about "Market crash"

These bitches just the same, i'm about to crash

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

My team getting digits

I crash whips when my track skips

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

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

And all women who had light features, see

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,