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

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

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

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

My lawyer came to court, man he was higher than the comet

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Then play you all my latest shit

I'm open to the market

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit