This is a song about "Market"

You never play with young boys cause they never private

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

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

I am the hardest in the market

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Until he sell his own cd's at the market