This is a song about "Market"

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Together all the timethought it was true love

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

I am the hardest in the market

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

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

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

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

I am the hardest in the market

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

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit