This is a song about "Market"

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

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

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

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

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

I am the hardest in the market

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

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

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see