This is a song about "Market"

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

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

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

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

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

I'm open to the market

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years