This is a song about "Market economy"

And all women who had light features, see

And the economy reduced my quality

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

Intervals polluting the economy/

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets