This is a song about "Market"

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Trying to get back to this thing called love

I be on some other shit

I'm open to the market

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

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

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

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

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

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

I am the hardest in the market

Tyler the creator invented some new shit