This is a song about "Market"

I'm open to the market

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

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

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

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

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

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

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

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

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

I am the hardest in the market

After that moscato hit