This is a song about "Market"

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

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

I am the hardest in the market

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

The real muscle in the message of that

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

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

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

I am the hardest in the market

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key