This is a song about "Market"

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I am the hardest in the market

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

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

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

Im going, i gotto, this is my motto stand tall, and fuck them all

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

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

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit