This is a song about "Market"

Like he back that shit

I'm open to the market

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

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

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

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth