This is a song about "Market"

Foolish, i be on that new shit

I am the hardest in the market

I am the hardest in the market

I know what you do with that

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

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

I'm open to the market

That's when you know you doing shit

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

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good