This is a song about "Market"

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

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

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

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit