This is a song about "Market"

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

I'm open to the market

I make them ho's strip

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

One month later you cornered me in market, you thought i could be an easy target.

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

I am the hardest in the market

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that