This is a song about "Market"

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

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

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

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

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

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

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

I'm open to the market

Now you got me hopped up on that