This is a song about "Market"

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

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

I am the hardest in the market

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

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

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

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

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

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

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

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit