This is a song about "Market"

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

I'm open to the market

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

I am the hardest in the market

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages