This is a song about "Market"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I'm open to the market

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

I am the hardest in the market

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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.

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that