This is a song about "Market"

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Drops there jaw in aw!like a stock marketer watching the stock market fall

And u know my number just give it a call if u wana brawl

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

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

I am the hardest in the market

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

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

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges