This is a song about "Market"

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

//fast flow to match the beat, if you do it slow you probably wont notice the internals lol

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

I am the hardest in the market

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips