This is a song about "Market"

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

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

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

That's why i rhyme like a poet from a prior century

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

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'm open to the market

Now you got me hopped up on that