This is a song about "Market research"

I am the hardest in the market

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Attack with abstract research backed

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

My soul begins to seek, research discovered the truth uncovered and devised

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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