This is a song about "Market"

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

I am the hardest in the market

I hit up my supplier and retired the market

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

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

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

Until he sell his own cd's at the market

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

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

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit