This is a song about "Market economy"

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

When when the economy of america breaks

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

Folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,

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

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

Circulate the economy better than any can/

Wit my kin that i came in wit

I am the hardest in the market

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns