This is a song about "Market"

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

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

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

Come-on mr. fool show me what you got , seems like you don't know anything about rapping at all

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

I am the hardest in the market

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters