This is a song about "Market"

The master of this rap shit

I'm open to the market

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

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

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

I am the hardest in the market

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids