This is a song about "Market crash"

Just to let you know, you are

Crash, now i hold a burnt clover

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Unlimited powers, crash the internet for hours

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

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

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets