This is a song about "Market"

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

And u know my number just give it a call if u wana brawl

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I am the hardest in the market

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Took a trip to a market, and saw all the candy

And this baby daddy, is new to the family