This is a song about "Market"

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

How bout we blow this bit

I'm open to the market

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

I had to fight back and shit

I am the hardest in the market