This is a song about "Market"

I am the hardest in the market

Don't come around hurr on that floss 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

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

I am the hardest in the market

All black everthing on some jigga shit

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

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

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

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

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love