This is a song about "Market"

I'm open to the market

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

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

I am the hardest in the market

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

My lawyer came to court, man he was higher than the comet

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

I am the hardest in the market

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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