This is a song about "Market"

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

I regret some shit i did

I'm open to the market

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

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

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

My lawyer came to court, man he was higher than the comet

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

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

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

I am the hardest in the market

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit