This is a song about "Market economy"

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

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

Intervals polluting the economy/

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

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

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

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

And the economy reduced my quality

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,