This is a song about "Market"

I'm open to the market

I be on some other shit

I am the hardest in the market

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

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

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

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

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

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

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I am the hardest in the market

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that