This is a song about "Market"

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I am the hardest in the market

You're very attractive, and notice that

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

And you all will respect that

I'm open to the market

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

That's why i rhyme like a poet from a prior century

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

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal