This is a song about "Market"

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

One month later you cornered me in market, you thought i could be an easy target.

You ain't the reason why they came like the fries at hooters

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

I hit up my supplier and retired the market