This is a song about "Market"

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

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

Took a trip to a market, and saw all the candy

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

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

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns