This is a song about "Market"

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,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

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

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

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

I'm open to the market

I'mma treat you like my whip

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit