This is a song about "Market"

I am the hardest in the market

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

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

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

I'm open to the market

Y'all similes is literal shit

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

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

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

You're very attractive, and notice that

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it