This is a song about "Market"

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

I am the hardest in the market

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

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

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit