This is a song about "Market"

Come-on mr. fool show me what you got , seems like you don't know anything about rapping at all

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

I be on some other shit

I am the hardest in the market

Here i go again, searching for love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

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

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

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

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

I hit up my supplier and retired the market