This is a song about "Market"

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

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

Im going, i gotto, this is my motto stand tall, and fuck them all

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

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

I'm open to the market

I just wanna be higher than that