This is a song about "Market"

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

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

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

I am the hardest in the market

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

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

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

I'm open to the market

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

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

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits