This is a song about "Market"

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

I'm open to the market

I had to fight back and shit

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

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

My shit was submarine like, under ship

I am the hardest in the market

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

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