This is a song about "Market economy"

Look in the scope, my people still a target

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

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

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

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

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Never did we think we'd have this weak of an economy,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Took a trip to a market, and saw all the candy

It shows i know a bit

I'm open to the market

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Circulate the economy better than any can/