This is a song about "Market"

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

I'm open to the market

After that moscato hit

I am the hardest in the market

The real muscle in the message of that

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit