This is a song about "Market research"

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

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

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Attack with abstract research backed

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

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