This is a song about "Market"

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

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

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

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

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Now momma told me be careful who you love

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that