This is a song about "Market research"

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Took a trip to a market, and saw all the candy

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

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

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Attack with abstract research backed

I'm open to the market

Rack, rack city shit

Fucking pussies do some research on rugby!

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

But who am i just a man,don't follow me,do your own research instead you swallow these

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.