This is a song about "Market"

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

I am the hardest in the market

I'm open to the market

Rack, rack city shit

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

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

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

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

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

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

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