This is a song about "Market"

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

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

I'm in another universe no idea where i am at all

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

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip