This is a song about "Market"

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

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

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

One month later you cornered me in market, you thought i could be an easy target.

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,