This is a song about "Market"

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

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

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

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

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Here i go again, searching for love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

I'm open to the market

Bitch i'm parked on a comet