This is a song about "Market"

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

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Drops there jaw in aw!like a stock marketer watching the stock market fall

Come-on mr. fool show me what you got , seems like you don't know anything about rapping at all

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Every day was a saturday, shit

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that