This is a song about "Market"

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

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

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

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

Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,

I'mma treat you like my whip

I'm open to the market

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Until he sell his own cd's at the market