This is a song about "Market"

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

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

I put my head on the table an sacrificed it all, just to be kicked down infront of them all,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

But i remain the good kid

I'm open to the market