This is a song about "Market"

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

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

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick