This is a song about "Market economy"

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

I am the hardest in the market

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

When nothing finds strong in such a weak economy,

Folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

Drops there jaw in aw!like a stock marketer watching the stock market fall

Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,