This is a song about "Market"

I am the hardest in the market

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Drops there jaw in aw!like a stock marketer watching the stock market fall

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

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

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

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 am the hardest in the market

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free