This is a song about "Market"

So if they better than the kid

I am the hardest in the market

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

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

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

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

Im going, i gotto, this is my motto stand tall, and fuck them all

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Until he sell his own cd's at the market