This is a song about "Market"

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

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

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

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

Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,

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

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

We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from randy

Took a trip to a market, and saw all the candy

I'm open to the market

I'm on my uk shit

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.