This is a song about "Market economy"

My flow makes the economy, rise higher than our nations bureaucracy,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

When nothing finds strong in such a weak economy,

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

I am the hardest in the market

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

The place to start is in our music, not the economy

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

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

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Together all the timethought it was true love