This is a song about "Market"

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,

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

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

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

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

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

I am the hardest in the market